“I missed you all so much.”
No one moved.
Then she turned to the kids and said the sentence that made my blood boil. “I had to leave because of your father. He didn’t make enough money to give us a decent life.”
I watched confusion cross my younger girls’ faces.
Natalie kept building her new version of history right in front of them. She said she had only left “for a while.” Said she had sacrificed and had changed.
