my shoulders.

I did not feel healed. I did not feel beautiful. But I felt visible, and that was more than I had felt in weeks.

On the drive home, Marcus kept one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around mine.

After a while, I said, “Are you okay?”

He took a moment before answering.

“No,” he said. “But I have you.”

I turned toward him.

He kept his eyes continue reading …