JUNE;
I couldn’t believe my ears. Even after Mr. Grayson walked out of the room, his words still hung heavily around me like smoke refusing to disappear, burning my ears like hot coal.
The contract papers remained spread before my eyes, even though it was actually gone with him, folded and hidden somewhere in the pocket of his jacket.
White sheets, black ink, and Mom’s signature sitting right under her name. My eyes moistened, I blinked hard trying to keep them away, crying had never solved a single thing. But my chest tightened painfully.
How could Mom agree to something like this? How could she sign papers that controlled how she lived, how I lived, how she loved, how she existed in her own marriage?
My stomach twisted harder. What happened to dignity? I knew she wanted this life s
