Chapter 76 A Sick Kind Of Comfort

• [CAMI]
• I don’t know what I expected from that visit. Maybe it was closure. Or maybe it was just an opportunity to rile up my father. What I didn’t expect was to leave with a fucking knife in my heart. Vance’s words at the wedding are still lodged painfully in me, and as much as I hate admitting it, they stuck. I swore I wouldn’t let him get under my skin. That he’d never see me break.
• But then he showed me a portrait of my mother—my dead mother—smiling down from his walls. I’m sure she never posed for it—well photoshopped. And then Jake. Jake in the ground. A headstone complete with a neat little epitaph.