Some secrets are meant to be buried with the dead, but others are found crawling right under the table. π·οΈπ€π₯
“I crawl under… I saw Daddy playing spiders on her legs.” The blood drained from my face. The clinking of crystal glasses and the low, mournful hum of the string …
Some secrets are meant to be buried with the dead, but others are found crawling right under the table. π·οΈπ€π₯ Read More