SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
Darkness has always felt safer than light.
It’s the first thing I realised as consciousness drags me upward in its slow, heavy pull, like surfacing through cold molasses. My body doesn’t hurt yet….I’m too numb for pain.
Too far under the deep cloud of torment, my sister and my mother imprisoned me in it. But even though I’m fighting my body’s jerk to wake up, something inside me aches anyway… a small, shaking animal curled behind my ribs, whispering, don’t wake up. Don’t look. Don’t find out he’s gone, too.
Every guy I ever loved left me when things got hard.
Every single one.
Even the ones who swore they wouldn’t after I told them what Sophia did to me in my other relationships.
And lying in this thick, sterile dark, I know….I am certain…that my husband mus
