00 in the morning for a reason,” she said. “Even when you were too tired to see straight, you wrote. So write it down. Even the parts you can’t say out loud, especially those.”
I took it.
I didn’t promise anything.
I was incapable of promises that week.
But I stood on my front step holding that cheap notebook in both hands.
A year later, a very different group of people would stand on that same step.
And something inside my chest loosened by one small notch.
I didn’t write
