You know this isn't you. Stop pretending. Let me out. Wendy's voice, always there in the darkest corners of my mind, whispering truths I couldn't bear to hear. For years, Id put headphones, earbuds, or just speakers in my office dungeon, cranked up, to drown her out.
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When changing my child's diaper, I was asked...plainly......
"Where did you learn that?" Mary asked, watching from the doorway with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that looked dangerously like understanding.
"Just instinct, I guess," I mumbled, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
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