My Moms Love Triangle 2 -

Part 2 begins ten years later. I am twenty-two, fresh out of college, and home for the summer. I thought the triangle had dissolved. I was wrong. It came on a Tuesday in June. My mother, Ellen, called me while I was packing boxes in my childhood bedroom.

Then my mother reached across the table and squeezed my father’s hand. He didn’t pull away. my moms love triangle 2

“Does Dad know?” I asked her after Richard excused himself to the restroom. Part 2 begins ten years later