Just Like Me

Arlo’s gaze fell.

I saw his countenance change as I spoke.

“I will never forgive you, Arlo. Never!”

With that, I turned and walked away, my son’s fingers tightly wrapped around my hand.

As I walked past him, it took all the courage in me not to look back.

I wanted to look back.

I desperately wanted to look back and see if he was crying.

I wanted to see if he was broken by my words.

I wanted to know if he was hurt.

And hell, I hoped he was.

I hoped Arlo Covelli was hurt and broken as much as he hurt and broke me.

But then again, I could never hurt him the way he’d hurt me. It’s not like I could send him to prison.

A thought crossed my mind, dark and tempting. “I could send him to prison.” Just like he did me.

“If I come back and he is still outside my front porch, I would definitely call the cops on him.”

A cab stopped in front of me and I handed him the address of my office.

About a week ago, when I had just heard the news that Lori Spencer (now my sister) had been arrested