A Promise at the Grave
The truth was not a smaller, sadder version of what I had imagined.
It was a monstrous and predatory thing that I had never let myself imagine at all, because who imagines that about their child.
Chapter 16 — The Intern
I was working as an intern at his firm’s downtown office last fall, the letter went on.
It was a real internship, Mom, one I was proud of, one I thought was going to be the start of something.
I worked hard.