“ ...I knew in the end the guilt of one side did not prove the innocence of the other. ”
Telling my story was supposed to be a good thing but it had just made everything worse.
~ Sara Nović
I was so tired of his being even-keeled in the face of all that was upsetting and ugly and illogical.
The realization that my parents, too, felt pain and fear frightened me more than any strangers could.
Music, I'd heard him say, was like dessert. He could live without it, but life just wasn't as good.
