But it’s the word trailing down my throat that shocks me most. Because it’s personal. For him. The S starts under my chin and the R ends at the hollow of my throat. The word ‘shatter’ in bold, mismatched letters, the R accidentally marked over with a sliced X. This part of your body is forever tainted. Every time I look at the way you swallow or the bob of your throat, I’ll shatter. Because it broke me, Remiel.
