Sandra
“Oh, honey, not every mother's a good mother.” My mom pulls me into a hug, then gets back to preparing the salmon for dinner while I sprinkle a touch of salt and pepper on asparagus that’s been laid out on a cookie sheet for baking.
I don't need her to tell me that I messed up. I already know that I screwed things up, possibly beyond repair with Rico, and I don't know that I can ever forgive myself.
“I know that, but I didn't know that his mother wasn't a good mom.” I bite down hard on my lip until the salty taste of blood fills my mouth. I can’t bring myself to share the stories that Rico had shared with me. Not that I have any intention of discussing anything personal about him with anyone ever again. I know I can trust my mom, but some things I just can’t say out loud.
“But y
