Bottled Up Feelings

I didn’t say anything as I stood there, listening to everything Nora had carried alone for years. The anger that followed was deep and frustrating. I wanted to go back in time and rectify everything wrong. The way I treated her, the way her parents treated her—I felt like slamming something just to vent my anger. I wanted to grab Tessa’s neck and shake her for not listening to her daughter.

I look