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No demands this time, just declarations.
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He was the kind of boy that remained invisible most of his life. The kind of boy that I just overlooked. I knew his parents and had heard his name and..
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One year later, we were back in the hotel. It was my third trip back to the desert and his sixth, but there’s a certain emotion to it that he&rs..
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That same night, the night that I flung my broken spirit onto the carpet of the hotel and it was quietly dismissed as an irritating stain, Lucas found..
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The next few days could have been called insignificant. Of little consequence. Definitely less dramatic or draining than the days before. Wednesday, w..
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I like to skip the next few days of the trip. They are, for the most part, lacking in excitement or adventure. Unless, of course, you count being stra..
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Early Sunday morning, we got out of our dragonfly infested beds, packed everything up, and began the nine hour drive into Canada. I don’t rememb..
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Day one on the boats. Unexpected perils. Silence and unsolaced moments by myself. Confrontations and arguments. Fears. Amy had slept on top of the boa..
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There is a sting to this chapter. It agonizes me now, looking back, seeing how my own words became prophecies, became the present truth. I cannot help..
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In the morning, I was exhausted, and my body creaked with ache and fatigue. I don’t know how long my panic attack lasted, but it was the longest..
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