Shards of the Past

Cassia Rowe

The memories were like shards of glass, cutting into me with every word I spoke. The pain it invoked inside me was unbearable.

“He believed that I was a gold digger, that me and my family made his grandfather agree to this marriage because we were after his money. I didn't know what my father and his grandfather talked about and why they wanted us to marry, but I was no part of it.