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“Are there any other secrets you need to tell me? Anything I should know?” My response was instant. A vow. A lie. “No. You know everything.”
“Good,” she purred. “Because if you ever lie to me again, the next body in our freezer will be yours.”
We’d been in crisis mode for so long, sometimes I wondered if we even remembered how to be normal.
Normal doesn’t exist and it never has. There are just these periods where things feel safe and calm, and then, long before we’re ready, everything’s torn apart and we call it change.
Everyone hopes their children will turn into some better version of themselves. It’s why we search for ourselves in their tiny features when they’re newborns.