The Lost Apothecary

by Sarah Penner

This glass object—delicate and yet still intact, somewhat like myself—was proof that I could be brave, adventurous, and do hard things on my own.

if there was anything I knew about myself now that I didn’t know a few days ago, it was that looking inside wasn’t always comfortable.

“First, there was trust. Then, there was betrayal. You cannot have one without the other. You cannot be betrayed by someone you do not trust.”

while my story is terrible, every woman has faced a man’s wickedness to some degree.