My Family Said I Was A Shame Until I Walked Away From My Sister’s Wedding

a person sitting in the wreckage of something you built out of lies because you did not think the truth was enough.

“Tess.”

Outside the studio window, Broughton Street was doing its evening thing. Couples walking toward restaurants, a busker with a banjo on the corner, the smell of fried shrimp from the place two doors down. The world continuing.

“I didn’t continue reading …