My tender body relishes in the warmth of the water as I simply stand beneath the spray and comb over everything these past five days have presented me with. Even though it’s been far from smooth sailing, I’ve never felt more myself than I have by coming here.
I’m still no closer to uncovering what that ribbon or the lake means to me. Though I did get roofied and told I was some bed-hopping party girl, I’m starting to realize those moments, those things, don’t define me.
Not many people get the chance I have to start over and make amends. I can dwell on incidents like last night, or I can focus on the now and hope the pieces aren’t too painful when I finally gather them all.
With my muscles and my mind slowly unknotting, I reach for Cayden’s shower gel and open the bottle. Unable to stop
