the floor.
I couldn’t do it.
I lifted my chin.
“Then we shouldn’t get married,” I said.
The sentence landed like glass breaking.
Mark’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious?” he demanded.
“I’m serious,” I said. My voice trembled, but I didn’t take it back. “Because I don’t want a marriage where love is proven by making someone smaller. By making them cruel. By continue reading …
