The Unmaking of June Farrow

by Adrienne Young

I suspected that the ache of missing her would mostly come from those little things. The holes that were left behind, empty places I’d stumble upon now that she was gone.

I had only one ambition in my simply built life, and that was to be sure the Farrow curse would end with me.

Relatable

“Maybe I’m still waiting for you to suddenly realize you’re in love with me.”

The morbid, superior curiosity of people who pretended to be good Christian folk was something still alive and well in Jasper.

“You may have ruined my life, June. But first, you gave me one.”

And I didn’t think there was any way to ever come back from that explosion of light that had birthed a universe inside of me when she said that word. Mama.