Count My Lies

by Sophie Stava

But before I found myself, I found Jay. I thought he was the antidote to the straitlaced dear daughter I was expected to be at home, the liberation I was chasing, an authentic love-me-for-me kind of love. I was wrong. Instead of becoming the person I wanted to be, I became who he wanted me to be.

But now, she’s resurfaced, she’s here. I smile at myself. Welcome back, Violet. It’s good to see you.

“Great,” I say. I asked for ice cream, but it’s just like Jay to think he knows better.