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Breaking Point - N.R. Walker

I sat at the kitchen counter while he made us dinner of grilled cheese on toast and talked about his day. I pretended my eye, head, and ribs didn’t hurt, that I wasn’t lying to him, that I didn’t feel guilty, just so I could see him smile.

 

 

I could use some pain relief right about now - this is getting hard.