In My Dreams I Hold a Knife

by Ashley Winstead

I wanted them to see perfection. I ached for it in the deep, dark core of me: to be so good I left other people in the dust.

“I’m telling you upfront. I need more. I need you over and over. So this is your out. Take it. Otherwise you’re mine, the way it should have been.”

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Here it was again, the radical choice: be good or be happy. Thank god I had another chance to do it right.