I Might Be in Trouble

by Daniel Aleman

my grandmother used to go so far as to say that there are two versions to each of us: who we are in public, and who we are in private, when no one is watching.” “Which one do you feel like now?” “Neither,” Robert answers, the twinkling lights reflecting in his eyes. “There must be a third version of me I didn’t know about: who I am when I’m with you.”

“I was just a kid back then. It wasn’t my responsibility to meet you halfway.”