Meeting with PhilipI faced Philip in a café with poor lighting, drumming my fingers on the table. He was speaking and to be honest with you, I was not even listening to him. He began to mumble something about lost opportunities, how he wished he could be there for Brian, how everything went south, but there was a disconnect between his eyes and his lips.“Hey, Kendra, I know I was wrong,” he said, his hands placed on the table with the palms facing upwards as if offering me his soul. “But I want to make things right. For Brian, for us…”I looked at him with a frown on my face. For us? What did he think this was? An opportunity to fix our shattered lives and act as if everything was normal? He'd broken me, and now he expected to come back into Brian’s life as some sort of savior. I wasn’t buying it.“You want to set things straight?” I said, my voice sounded more acidic than I wanted it to be. “What about when you left us? When you threw me out like I was the garbage, Philip? You
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