“ I open my heart to her and lay it on the table. ”
The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.
~ Jennifer Haigh
Destiny, she’d learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn’t take what the universe didn’t wish to give.
It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.
I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .
