The words dropped between us, detonating with the grace of a nuclear bomb. And for once—finally—I was the one delivering the blow. It was always her—the head-whirling storm that had descended into our life, who didn’t think before she spoke or acted or pushed forward. But for once, the truth burst out of me without a single attempt to stop it. Because if I hadn’t said the words, I would’ve simply grabbed her, simply would’ve taken her face into both hands so I could stamp my mouth over hers.
