On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

and sent to storage. The house began to feel like mine again.

A week after my birthday, I decided to visit Daniel.

The visiting room was cold and sterile. When he walked in, wearing a dull prison jumpsuit, he looked smaller, younger, and utterly broken. The smug confidence was gone, replaced by a raw, hollowed-out fear.

We sat opposite each other, a thick continue reading …