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he says in a voice that sounds like an empty Styrofoam cup.
Tragedy brushed us, but it didn’t stay.
It feels like there’s a hand strangling me, and I’m shouting to get the words past it.
Things were so good until they weren’t. “He should have known better,” Steven whispers, then rephrases. “We should have taught him better.” “Mistakes” is too small a word for the things parents do.
My heart
The dark air in the room feels tight.
Time grinds slowly. I read the same page over and over again. The same paragraph. The same sentence. The night goes on forever. Nothing happens for so long that my heart starts to unclench.
It’s a tiny sound, a small silver crack followed by the single chime of a shard hitting the floor, but it’s the loudest noise in the world.
because you’re not supposed to see them, no one sees them; you look away, you ignore them—everyone knows you ignore them; as long as you don’t see them, everything is okay; as long as you don’t notice them, you’re lucky. You’re blessed.
as the darkness stretches on forever,
