simmering lobster bisque couldn't mask
fair with a twenty-something influencer, Skyler, her perfect
of "Aunt Sky," recounting secret adventures and sugary treats
isoning Leo against me, while claiming he was saving a vintage champagne
ture of her draped provocatively across *my* bed, wearing *my* husban
lion pieces, while he, completely oblivious, humme
all was suffocating; divorce felt too clean, too eas
innocent, asked if "Aunt Sky" would be his new mo
r; in that moment of absolute despair and ri
son, would watch his entire world burn down around him, ensuring