I didn’t pause to contemplate my words. They spilled from my mouth without reserve. “I’d probably die if you never touched me again…”
My mouth was on his before I could finish speaking. And that was how we buried the incestuous truth under three feet of snow, believing that by April it would simply melt away.
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The first thing I did that spring was cut my hair. I didn’t bother to go about things the proper way, I just took the shears to anything that didn’t lie flat. When all was said and done, there was an ankle-high mound of knots and tangles by my feet and I was looking a bit less feral.
I washed our clothes and the linens. We’d emptied the house of nearly all the debris and kept the windows open, even with the night chill of early spring rushing through the rooms. The windows in Pe
