The Grave of the Son You Traded for Her

Summary

Five years after the divorce was finalized, my best friend, Olivia, called to deliver the news, her voice heavy with that familiar, weary resignation.

“Maddie, it’s a small world. You’re going to run into him eventually, and when you do—”

“I won’t,” I cut her off.

“I will never cross paths with Grant Montgomery again. Not in this lifetime.”

The second I hung up, a friend request popped up on my screen.

The profile picture was a landscape photo I’d taken years ago, a random snapshot from a college road trip.

The verification box read: “I’m back. Can we meet?”