But I think she knows that I know.
There is a way that people look at each other when a secret has been exposed but never named. A carefulness. A gentleness that is also a wall. A thousand small decisions about what to say and what not to say.
That is where we live now. In that space between what is known and what is spoken.
It is not where I wanted to be. But it is where I am.
And I am still here.
That part I’ll take.
