Medusa

by Jessie Burton

I was lonely and I was angry, and rage and loneliness can end up tasting the same.

You see, remembering’s a blessing and a curse. You can’t erase your bad memories, but a life without regrets is a life unlived. What you remember and how you remember: it makes you who you are.

I was not going to let him destroy me for who I was, or who he thought I was, for his own ends. It was simply unacceptable.