Surprisingly, things weren't weird at all between Dominic and me after that night. Sunday we go out for our usual breakfast and the rest of the week goes on as normal. He doesn't bring up what happened and neither do I. But I do think about what he said. Facing the past may be the only way to make the voices go away. Ignoring it sure hasn't gotten me anywhere. It's only made it worse.
Friday night, I decided it was time to open the letter that'd been sitting untouched in my desk drawer since my birthday. I'm not afraid of it anymore. Why should I be? Nate said it's my mother's hopes and dreams for me. Coming from her, that should be comical.
Dominic is at a house party a few blocks from campus. Halloween is tomorrow, so it's a costume party. Earlier, I saw some girls leaving in their cos
