Mind Blown
Liv
"Storytime." Mom says, pouring me a glass, a tall one, of wine. Which doesn't bring me a whole lot of comfort because I know that if she's offering wine, whatever I'm about to hear will not be easy.
Now that we've finished our sandwiches, she gestures to the couch, leaving the bottle behind. As soon as we're seated on the couch, I take a small drink and she tips up the stem of my glass, encouraging me to drink more.
Okay. That's not reassuring.
After I swallow, I set down my glass and give Mom a look. "Just spill."
She blows out a breath. "When your dad and I got divorced, it wasn't what you think."
"You mean you both didn't cheat?"
"No. I mean, not in the way you think."
"How many ways are there to cheat on your spouse?" I ask then hold up a hand because really, I
