He did not strike me. Nor deliver that fatal blow. Instead, he chose a crueler, more cunning torment for my heart and spirit.
Without any warning, the sky cracked open as if a colossal pitcher had been overturned above the world. Heavy, merciless drops of cold rain pounded relentlessly on rooftops, asphalt, and my wounded soul. It felt as if the entire universe was weeping for all the anguish I had endured, for the pain accumulated over the … Read more