Little Secrets

by Jennifer Hillier

Maybe they’re just words and maybe they’re meant to be comforting, but goddamn it, Marin is so sick of other women being sorry for things that aren’t their fault. She’s sick of being sorry for things that aren’t her fault.

sadness has knocked her sideways, debilitated her, confused her, made her weak, talked her into settling for things she doesn’t want, and never did. Rage, on the other hand, will get shit done.

Who would have thought that who you love and who you feel safe with might not be the same person?

If Marin ever gets the call that Frances got, she will kill herself. She’s made a lot of promises to a lot of people. This is the one she’s made to herself.

“And J.R. is the exact same, just like his father, when he doesn’t get his way.” “J.R.?” Marin asked, confused. And then she remembered. When he started college, Sal started going by his actual first name. But in his hometown of Prosser, he’d grown up with his mother—and everybody else—calling him J.R.