I know the truth of what he’s done

I’m writing this in anticipation of my brother and fabulous oldest niece arriving soon for a weekend visit. It’s her birthday tomorrow and I’m looking forward to celebrating with them.

More for Don’t Bleed (someday I will have time to string all of this together into cohesive story parts that I will post, I promise):

After all my worrying, he just lets me leave. It’s not reassuring. It means he sees me as so insignificant as to not be a threat, even though I know the truth of what he’s done. And with all my lack of ideas, he’s right.