phone call.
The spreadsheet.
Thanksgiving.
The fundraiser.
The hospital.
All of it.
I watched water move beneath the bridge, dark and quick under campus lights.
“Yes,” I said. “And no.”
“How can it be both?”
“I wish they hadn’t hurt me. I wish I hadn’t spent so many years earning a place that should have been mine. I wish you hadn’t had to learn so young how continue reading …