Not everything in life has to be shared with friends.
Even though Evelyn was my close friend, I wouldn't tell her all the details of my night with Tyrone.
We used to share everything, but now, I couldn't bring myself to say these things out loud out of shame. Even if she were to ask for details, I would just brush it off casually. I couldn't bring myself to carefully recall what happened that night in front of her, because when I thought of Tyrone, I'd have a physical reaction.
It was crazy.
The hickeys on my neck were like a switch. Once it was turned on, I would start to remember what had happened that night.
I decided to pull up the collar of my sweater.
Evelyn agreed to help me. I wanted her to help me find a mysterious organization, whose symbol was a snake coiled around a rabbi
