Boy A Man and a Mother
POV: Diana
I didn’t burn the letter.
I should’ve. I thought about it. I even held it over the candle for a full minute watching the edges curl ever so slightly before snatching it back like I was afraid the truth would scream as it turned to ash.
Instead I folded it carefully slid it between the pages of a journal I hadn't written in for months and locked it in the drawer beneath my lingerie.
Some truths didn’t need to be destroyed.
They needed to be buried.
You will have to choose between him and the boy.
The words hadn’t left me since I read them. They echoed through every quiet second. They colored every smile shadowed every laugh. I didn’t know who “him” was. And that terrified me more than anything.
Cameron? My brother if he was still alive? Some
