Tied to My Best Man

Summary

When I was ten years old, the world revealed its most grotesque secret to me: I could see glowing red threads floating between people.

The rule was as simple as it was merciless. A cord only formed between two people who had slept together. It wasn’t about love, romance, or longing—it was an indelible tether forged purely by the flesh, an invisible scar that neither time nor denial could erase.

Over the years, I watched two separate red threads sprout from the crown of my mother’s head, each tethered to men who weren't my father.