Megan

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When my sniffles turned to strangled gasps, he whispered, “Release it.” As if his voice had cut the tie, it all came out—years of painful isolation in an audible gush from the shunned recesses of my heart. I could hardly stand the sound it made, broken and desperate and raw as iron-scalded flesh. I sobbed.
When the Tides Held the Moon
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