Marilyn

With my head held high, I slip into the ladies’ bathroom. It isn’t until I reach the safety and security of the stall that I let my face fall forward. Bolting the door, I grab handfuls of toilet paper, pressing the tissue to my eyes, willing my tears to stop, while simultaneously forbidding more from forming. My orbs sting from the combination of makeup and the salty evidence of my unwanted emotion.

I should have convinced Devan to select ...