kind of wife. If Chloe laughed loudly, Sylvia corrected her. If she became quiet, Marcus called her cold. If she worked late, they accused her of selfishness. If she took a day off, they questioned her ambition.
Some families injure you long before anyone raises a hand.
They simply make every version of you wrong.
They rarely showed interest in me.
To them, I was Eleanor.
Widowed.
Retired.
Quiet.
The woman who drove a ten-year-old SUV, carried coupons in her purse, and had flour on her sleeves every holiday.
They
