Ethan met Ashley three years ago. From the beginning, she looked at me the way people look at something inconvenient they wish would disappear quietly. She was polite in words, sharp in tone, and dismissive in ways that left no fingerprints.
Her mother, Carol, was the opposite of subtle. She spoke loudly about charity events, properties, and connections. She made sure everyone knew exactly where she stood in the world. And by contrast, she made sure I knew where she believed I belonged.
I was just the aging woman who raised him. The temporary solution. The past.
