The word hung in the air like smoke. Back. Not back in town. Not back to apologize. Just back. Here is what I learned about love triangles: they are not static. A triangle is not a prison; it is a seesaw. When one corner weakens, the others shift.
By Anonymous
That was the moment I understood something crucial: a love triangle isn’t really about love. It’s about fear. My father was afraid of being alone. My mother was afraid of feeling invisible. And Richard? Richard was afraid of nothing, because he had nothing to lose. I don’t have a happy ending for you. Not the fairy-tale kind.
I felt sick.
Then my mother reached across the table and squeezed my father’s hand. He didn’t pull away.