No One But Us

by Elizabeth O'Roark

The truth sinks into my stomach, into my bones: I am alone in the world. No one will fix my things when they break. No one will help me find my way home.

It’s slightly awkward, having my boss—a married father of two—stand in the middle of the bar giving me a massage. James scowls, and I feel a little ill, wondering if he, like everyone else who knows my mom, thinks I enjoy this kind of shit.

This made me laugh so much