People in my town made fun of me: they whispered behind my back, calling me a whore and my little son an orphan.
For ten long years in Maple Hollow, people looked at me as if I were a stain on their perfect little postcard town. They whispered behind my back at the grocery store, clucked their tongues at church, and made sure their children didn’t play too close to Ethan. “A disgrace.” “A liar.” “Poor fatherless boy.” … Read more