My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

think I had it in me.”

“That’s because Michael spent three years convincing you that you didn’t. But you do. You always have.”

We finished dinner and drove home. The night was clear, stars visible despite the city lights.

I felt something shift inside me. Not healing—that would take time. But the beginning of it. The first fragile steps toward being whole continue reading …