I have made a kind of peace with my mother, since she found her own voice and left him.

But the peace is not the same as pretending she was blameless.

She stood by.

For thirty-two years, she stood by, and called it peace, and it was not peace, and we both, in the end, had to stop pretending it was before either of us could actually be free.

Chapter 7 — The Secret

My phone buzzed. Ten minutes.

Side entrance. My heartbeat, strangely, steadied at the sight of it.

Patricia noticed the change in me.