I’m a coward. I’ll admit it to anyone and everyone if push comes to shove.
I’m not proud of it, but hey, not every single one of us can be the heroes of the story: the ones to laugh in the face of danger, the ones who will always stand up and fight.
Nope, I’m that kid in the background, cowering in fear, hoping no one notices me, or hoping that the floor will open up and swallow me whole.
So whenever Brody decides to contact me by text, or actually calls me like he doesn’t know the millennial protocol, I screen them, or in the case of the texts, I give him one-word responses, my mind still ringing about the ten-year milestone that has things to do with the M-word that I don’t really want to think about right now, or like, ever.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
The truth is I’ve been thinki
