Backseat

I felt uneasy putting down the backseat of my Corolla to make room for the last two items you requested before driving to your parents' house.

I couldn't stop thinking about how to tell them about your affair.

But after unloading, exchanging pleasantries, and hugging, I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.

Driving away, staring at the empty backseat, I finally realized why: you never even bothered to put down the backseat of your life for me.

And for now, I’m grateful to have learned not to rent space in my heart for anyone who can’t make room for me.