The Spilled Milk

Since I was a child, I was groomed to be the perfect daughter-in-law for the Vance family.

At twenty, I married Carter Vance.

At twenty-four, I gave birth to our son, Liam.

Liam was exactly like Carter: always quiet, a man of few words, and never very affectionate with me.

Every night, before they went to bed, I would bring both father and son a cup of hot milk.

But one day, Carter accidentally knocked his cup over, and Liam secretly poured his down the drain.

A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me.

When I handed the divorce papers to Carter.