Ten years ago~

Byron shut the door of our bedroom, closing us away from the world—our safe place that was no longer safe.

Renee and a friend were down the hall in her bedroom doing homework and listening to music. Normally, I might tell them to turn the music down, but at present, the loud tunes were a barrier keeping Byron’s and my conversation private.

While the January wind blew snow through the air outside of our home, ice ran through my veins. ...