She Said I Was a ‘Dead End’—Until I Handed Her an Envelope That Changed Everything
I still hear her voice, sometimes. It’s a whisper when I’m alone, a shout when I’m trying to sleep. “You’re a dead end,” she’d say, her eyes hard, devoid of the warmth that first drew me in. A dead end. That phrase, it was a poison slowly killing everything we had. I loved her, truly….
