On the way back to my house, the pounding fear began to radiate out from my abdomen and make my hands tremble.

It sits there, in it's place, torturing me. I know I need to write. I know I need to confess. I leave it there with its accusing black sc

I have to work at not being frustrated these days.  All that we have been doing and want to do is in flux.  I am also in flux. 

The questions are many and answers are few. People don’t understand stuff like this.  Mostly, I don’t either. 

She was trying to be brave. It was important to her that I believe she really did not care about what he did to her.