did not make them grateful.
Sometimes, it only taught them that consequences belonged to you.
When the movie ended, a thin rain had started falling over Boulder.
I carried the flowers home.
The porch light activated as I climbed the steps.
A year earlier, I would have entered an enormous house filled with expensive furniture, unfinished arguments, and a man who mistook my sacrifice for submission.
Now I entered a smaller home that belonged entirely to me.
I placed the flowers in a glass vase beside the window.
There were
