My MIL Said I ‘Ate Too Much for the Beach’ and Laughed When Everyone Agreed – By Sunset, She Was Screaming, ‘How Could You Do This to Me?!’

“Eventually the seams give out.”

Dylan followed me to the driveway.

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” I answered. “Where I can finally breathe.”

“What about me?”

“Ask your mom to give you a lift,” I replied.

I started the engine, my hands steady for the first time all week.

I drove away without looking back.

“Where are you going?”