secret I carried, a constant
art enough to figure out food," leaving me to navigate lunchtimes with only a slosh
e the Wednesday befor
atum that slashed through my fragile existence: drop out a
nds later, the front door clicked shut, severing ti
otten corner of a community center gym, the chill piercin
a reminder of he
heir child, especially one s
'fantasy' in her eyes, a burd
d, leaving me utter
e gym, I saw him again – Jake Peterson, t
gaze landed on me, a travel
n that had once offered me half a sandwich
and then, without hesitation, extended his han