I Cheated On My Husband

We Are Still Together

It feels like this.

Your grandma leaves you a family heirloom quilt that she hand stitched herself. Before she died, you promised her that you would keep it safe. One day you come home and the quilt is in shreds. The dogs have ruined it. You drop to the floor and pick up every single piece of tattered fabric. The fibers are wet with cold urine, tinged with…