In The Year Following His Infidelity
I came home, a dog with a ducked head crying, hugging my mom in the arrivals terminal of the airport, hoping that maybe her hug would fill the lover shaped hole in my body. It didn’t, but she tried.
I came home, a dog with a ducked head crying, hugging my mom in the arrivals terminal of the airport, hoping that maybe her hug would fill the lover shaped hole in my body. It didn’t, but she tried.