25
I never thought I’d willingly admit this, but it really does all come down to math.
Or at least an equation, in my case. Decision X plus a series of decision Ys equaled death.
Circumstance and choices.
So far I’ve kept to my plan and not done anything the same.
Daniel knows who I am now, but not because I told him.
Sarah knows, but she didn’t know last time.
But her parents? They knew. And as helpful as they meant to be, nothing went right after that.
“You can’t tell your parents. Please, Sarah. It’s very, very important.”
“But … they’d understand,” she says. “They know people who might be able to help you.”
“No. Please.” Even the memory of all that pain I felt when Olga and her daughter “helped me” is enough to make me wince. “Look, Sarah, I think your parents are wonderful.
