You Killed Me First

by John Marrs

You don’t have to understand something to accept it. You don’t know how a rocket flies into space, but you accept that it does.’

‘So you have regrets?’ ‘Don’t we all,’ she says with a faraway look in her eye. ‘But you must find a way to draw a line under them. If you don’t, your past will always define your present and ruin your future.’