When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

one person keeping me from falling apart, and I couldn’t afford to look there yet.

“You’re being paranoid,” Mike said.

The word landed exactly where it was meant to, on the part of my brain that was already worn down, already doubting itself, already wondering if maybe I was making something out of nothing. I let it land. I stepped back from it. And continue reading …