Every Last Lie

by Mary Kubica

“He followed us here,” Maisie cries, but I tell her no, that Daddy isn’t here, and as I fold Maisie into my arms and stroke her bedraggled hair, I can’t help but wonder what Maisie means, He followed us, and why, in a matter of seconds, she’s gone from being hopeful of seeing Nick to scared.

Trust is one of the pillars of a good marriage, the foundation a marriage is built upon.

In the middle of all that chaos she had apparently forgotten to have Ms. Grey give informed consent, signing a simple form that indicated she knew the risks associated with the procedure. I also didn’t realize it was the beginning of the end for me.

“That policy has been canceled, ma’am,” she tells me, and I’m overcome with sudden and overwhelming dolor that makes it hard to breathe.

“That’s Gus,” she says, and her eyes rise from the photograph to meet mine. “He’s your son.”