“What did he say to you?”
“Nothing. We were just talking.”
“Terry?”
My boyfriend also insisted that he didn’t remember the accident. I wasn’t sure I believed him.
I dropped it. I dropped it a hundred times.
***
At home, my parents started their quiet campaign.
“Honey, you have your whole life ahead of you,” my mother said one night, stirring her tea. “Terry’s a wonderful boy. But this… this is going to be so much for you.”
“I love him.”
“I’m not leaving him, Mom.”
My father didn’t look up from his newspaper. “Your mother just wants you to think about your future.”
“My future has Terry in it. End of discussion.”
I thought I’d won something that night. I thought I was the loyal one, the strong one.
But I didn’t know there was much more going on beneath the surface.
***
Five years later, Terry and I sat across from each other at our dining table.
