Do I have to pay the price for trying to do the right thing? Of course. And I will. I will pay the price because I love her. My body stills against the unyielding spring. My breathing stops. I mull that word in my mind. I sit with it. I feel the vibrations of it from head to toe. “Do I?” I ask aloud, as if the fucking spring will back off and squeak out an answer.
