Page 3 of Say Something
Danny.
Danny Thompson.
My high school sweetheart.
My first love…my first everything.
My ex-husband, whom I hadn’t seen in years, just happened to be back in the same small town as me. Why? How?When?I had so many questions. None of which I even had the right to ask anymore. What Danny did was no longer any of my business.
“We’ll talk later,” Melissa said, not entirely letting me off the hook but giving me some reprieve in the presence of our parents. I rolled my eyes but nodded at my persistent sister.
Why couldn’t I catch a break?
The evening had been so peaceful...so wonderful. I enjoyed spending time with my parents and reconnecting with my siblings and the kids; they accepted me right into the fold. Turns out my brother and his wife talked about their “auntie in the city” with them all the time, so they felt like they knew me already. For the first time in a long time, I had felt like I was somewhere I belonged. Like everything might have finally been okay.
Why did the bottom always have to drop out?
