she would return to the topic in different ways at different times with different people, but her intent was always the same. By rehashing the particulars with her inner circle, she was hoping that she would receive some confirmation, some assurance that whatever had happened, it hadn’t been her fault. And as those who loved her best, we lied. Each and every one of us.
This closed one of the short stories and after reading it, I read it again. Then I stopped. I took time for myself before reading the next story. This one, this, was impactful for me.
