ZORA

Everything was familiar as I walked. Nothing seemed to have changed. The stalls were still there, a playground I used I visit alone, the public toilet my sister once locked me in for hours before proceeding to tell our parents I ran away from home.

Different memories seared through my head as I continued walking down the pathway that led to my family's house.

Every fiber in my being screamed to turn back, but this was going to happen sooner or later.

What would they do if they saw ...