This Time, I'm the Fool
On the day she was taken into custody, I stood at the back of the crowd, watching coldly as she cried, screamed, thrashed, and resisted—only to be forced into the car all the same.
Finally, the resentment and hatred I had carried across two lifetimes turned into one long, heavy breath, released at last.
Some distance away, Vincent walked quietly toward me, as if he had been waiting there on purpose. His eyes were earnest as he looked at me and spoke solemnly. "Naomi, I like you. Could you give me a chance?"
"Why? Do you really know me?" I asked. "Maybe the person you like isn't the real me at all."
Vincent smiled softly. His lashes lowered slightly, gentleness filling his gaze. "Maybe you do