The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

to surface, would permit the words to form.

They drugged me.

The room swayed again, and this time it wasn’t just the drugs or the ocean. It was the weight of understanding, of betrayal so complete it had its own gravity. I grabbed the edge of the counter and forced myself to stand up straight, to be vertical, to exist despite everything. One step forward.continue reading …