That moment when you think you're okay, and then your dad brings him up--after a conversation about your happiness. He asks, "You two still talk?"

You do your best to seem elusive, casual, and answer, "Uh, no. Haven't heard from him in awhile." And that's fine. Nothing more is said. You did well, girl.

But later that day, your mom brings him up, too. "You don't talk to him anymore?"

Nope, you think. No. Don't. Haven't. In awhile. Did dad tell you? Why would he tell you? Can you tell I hate it?

You shake your head no, and shrug your shoulders; disinterested.

"Why?" she wonders.

"Not sure. Just haven't heard from him."

"Did he get back with his lady?"

Never left her, dad.

"Don't know."

You stare into your dinner, evading their searching eyes. You hope they don't notice.

Please don't notice.

They notice.
They know.