November Tears
It was a sound I’d hoped I would never hear. I was exhausted. We had stayed up late on this particular Tuesday evening in November. I remember feeling the bed shake from her weeping. At first I was mad; I… Continue Reading
It was a sound I’d hoped I would never hear. I was exhausted. We had stayed up late on this particular Tuesday evening in November. I remember feeling the bed shake from her weeping. At first I was mad; I… Continue Reading