And somehow, a great weight has been sloughed from my shoulders. The tear that rolls down my cheek isn’t filled with rage or hot with disdain for the world. It’s sadness for myself. The first grief I’ll allow myself to feel for the sins against me. Why is it so hard to show ourselves mercy? Did a part of me believe that I deserved what I endured, just as Liam does? Why didn’t anyone help me? Didn’t I ask more than once? Didn’t my eyes scream loud enough for those that observed me so callously to stop?
