I was helping you clean out the hall closet—an innocent task, a favor between people who had known each other for years. Neighbors. Friends. The kind of relationship with safe, predictable boundaries.
It Can Happen So Fast
You nodded, your fingers tracing the edge of the photograph. "You left early. Said you had a headache."
I was helping you clean out the hall closet—an innocent task, a favor between people who had known each other for years. Neighbors. Friends. The kind of relationship with safe, predictable boundaries.
It Can Happen So Fast
You nodded, your fingers tracing the edge of the photograph. "You left early. Said you had a headache."