"Don't you dare talk about my child like that when you have no fucking idea what I went through! How much it broke me, or how many times I agonized over what I did. You think you know... were you there? You have no idea." I raise my voice to match hers, lean forward, slam my glass down, sloshing water over my hand and the surface, and ram the cushion from my lap. "I took on OLO alone to let my husband grieve because it's what he needed, and I listened to my mother-in-law when she told me to keep pushing on and ignore the signs of my body. I...