By the time I got home, I had cried myself half to death.
My neighbor, June, helped carry Chloe upstairs and asked whether I needed anything.
I almost said no from habit.
After Eric left, Barbara stopped calling too. I assumed she’d chosen his side.
Instead, I opened my phone and called the last person I ever expected to trust.
Barbara answered sleepily.
Eric’s mother and I had never liked each other much. She thought I was too sensitive. I thought she excused her
