Honey

*Four months later*

Water cascaded down my back as I washed my hair. My incision and the scar from the gunshot had healed, even if I had to apply a cream to the scar every night. Warm water also helped it not feel so tight.

It was the middle of the night, but I couldn’t sleep well anyway.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as they always did when I was alone. But it blended in with the water.

Recovery was hard. The hardest thing I’ve ever ...