Urso
I stood there, in the corner, leaning against the porch wall with a glass of water in my hand, watching. She was with Sophia, in the pool. Her voice was soft yet firm and patient. The caring way she dealt with my daughter effortlessly disarmed me. But today I didn't want to participate. I didn't even get close. My mind was racing, my blood pumping too fast, as if I was always on the verge of exploding.
I didn't want Sophia to see me like that. Because if I got close, I'd have to be near Nicole too and I couldn't. Not the way I am. Not today. I was trying to control myself with that glass of water, but even the glass felt like it might shatter in my hand.
"My son is all bruised up, huh?" my mother said laughing, beside me, with that tone that mixes mockery and affection because sh
