My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

up the sound of my steady breathing.

I did not lift my hand to touch my face.

I did not cry out.

I slowly rolled my neck, bringing my head back to center. I looked my mother directly in the eye.

Her chest was heaving. Her striking hand hovered in the air between us, trembling uncontrollably. She looked horrified by her own action, but not out of regret.continue reading …