From the Desk of Zoe Washington

by Janae Marks

it was like when you drew something in pencil and then tried to erase it—the pencil lines would mostly go away, but sometimes the indent would still be there, so you could still sort of see what had been erased. That’s how Trevor’s apology felt—like he was trying to erase my pain by saying he was sorry, but he couldn’t make it all disappear.

Maybe the pencil marks couldn’t be erased, but at some point, you could decide to turn to a new page.