Mistake number one.
I couldn’t answer. I was falling. The noise was a physical pressure, the lights were needles, and the shame was the worst part of all. I ruined it. I always ruin it. He took me to a beautiful place and I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces over a chocolate soufflé. master salve gay blog
A sob broke loose from my chest. “I should have told you. In the study. I should have said the word.” Mistake number one