That's how it started: With a series of what ifs. Wild permutations of my own crazy situation, my own f****d up what if. What if the only woman you ever loved decides she no longer loves you? Or loves someone else more?
Or maybe even never really loved you in the first place?
* * * * *
Two months into the outline, Mom called unexpectedly on a Tuesday night.
"She's getting married," Mom said, her voice sad.
"Kristin?" I said, stunned she'd replaced me so fast.
"Kristin," Mom confirmed. "To Randy Walters."
"The cop?"
"The very same."
"That didn't take her long," I said.
"I guess it started even before she left you," Mom said. "That's the talk anyways. They were hooking up when she started coming back here to visit her folks."
Fucking b***h.
"And," Mom said, pausing before rushing
