I want to reject April’s words with all my heart. I want to scream loud enough to wake up the entire building, That’s not true.
I let her connect the dots all while knowing exactly what picture she was drawing in her head. I let her think the wedding was of my own free will so that I wouldn’t have to explain why it wasn’t. I let her think the baby was mine so that I wouldn’t have to explain that it wasn’t—so that I wouldn’t have to tell her whose it was.
I may not have lied to her face. But I might as well have.
“You won’t tell me a single thing. You shut yourself away in your silence and leave me alone with my mind. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”
I don’t. Silence is the one thing I never had to fight. Silence means bullets aren’t flying; it means storms aren’t coming. It
