I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

of it.

“The trial,” he clarified. “The lawsuits. Cutting them out.”

I thought of Brandon in Spider-Man pajamas years ago, clinging to my leg. I thought of hospital monitors. I thought of the courtroom. I thought of him alive and free across the table from me now.

“I regret staying quiet for thirty-five years,” I said. “I regret thinking love meant accepting continue reading …