He falls asleep, head resting on my stomach. My mind won’t turn off, so I compose him love letters behind my eyes.
Dear Johnny,
I wanted to tell you everything. But we are too new, and I couldn’t risk your disbelief.
But there are darker things. Things that were necessary, and things that I am not proud of. I don’t have a husband. But I do have a daughter I left behind.
What scares me most? That the Margery who was here first will die, or leave. And then I’ll be torn away, without a chance to explain my flight.
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