ADVERTISEMENT
Not out of anger.
Not out of rebellion.
I told them I knew. I told them what had been done. And I told them I wouldn’t continue living in a way that required me to overlook it.
No shouting. No drama.
And for once, their silence didn’t shrink me.
From the expectations.
Outside, Claire handed me something small.
I recognized it before I even tasted it.
Familiar.
ADVERTISEMENT