Mom had to tell someone and she thought I was strong enough. Truth was, I had done with it what she had. Tried to bury it. Only I had buried the story in A Faraway Place, believing it was far enough away, I’d never think of it again. But thinking about it was all I was doing. Get out of my head. I soon realized there was enough space on the front porch to make a maze and trap myself there with my own thoughts.
