She gave me more than I deserved. With her, I relearned how to be human. She let me talk, never once taking my pissy attitude, always making me laugh. She rehabbed my arm with her massages. I should have gotten a goddamn therapist. Instead, I had Dakota. She made Resurrection my home. Any spare time we had; we’d meet. Sneaking around. Hiding it from everyone, including my brothers. Fucking in the cabin, her bedroom, The Corner Store. Ruby-red lipstick streaks left on every inch of my body. I finally found a weakness, and it was her. And then she left.
