A Wife's Vengeful Art

The invitation glowed on my phone, Chloe Davis beaming next to my husband, Mark.

Her caption hit me like a punch: "So proud to unveil my latest installation, 'Maternal Instincts.' A huge thanks to my muse and patron, Mark Peterson."

Mark. My Mark. Smiling a smile I hadn' t seen directed at me since before Leo was born.

'Maternal Instincts.' Chloe knew nothing about being a mother. She only knew about destroying one.

My son, Leo. My baby. He was gone.

And there she was, twisting a word that belonged to me and my son, for her ugly art.