On my daughter’s wedding day, she walked down the aisle with a br:uise hidden beneath her makeup. Then her fiancé smiled and said, “She needed to be taught a lesson.”

had knocked over. Somewhere, someone uncorked champagne anyway. People are strange.

We walked out together.

Not running. Not hiding.

Walking.

Past the guests. Past the altar. Past the ruined illusion.

Into daylight.

Six months later, the bruise was gone.
So were the nightmares, mostly.

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