
When the Trigger Is Your Mother — Beautiful Voyager
“We broke up,” I spout. A tense silence. My eyes cling to the lettuce cups. Seconds take an eternity to pass. Anxious for her reply, I peek up. Her eyes twinkle with welling tears. She was my best friend growing up, and though we’ve had it rough since puberty, my aching loneliness craves her support,…