When the Heart Remembers
This time, I wasn't gonna let history repeat itself.
This time, I was living for me.
I said flatly, "It wasn't me, so why should I apologize?"
My voice was steady and calm, not weak or scared.
The room went still.
For the first time, my parents and Audrey looked at me in shock and fear, as if they were surprised that the quiet rabbit they'd kept in a cage all these years had suddenly turned around and bitten them.