“My Father Said You Needed A Wife,” She Whispered… And I Said, “He Was Right”

sofa, and promised not to look. After hearing the wet fabric hit the floor and her moving around, she spoke up shakily to say she was done, prompting me to pull off my soaked shirt and turn around knowing she was looking.

Feeling the old reflex tighten over the scars running across my shoulder and down my side like cracks in burned wood, I called them continue reading …