There is a certain time of night when all the children have been put to bed and the parents start to snore, that I lie awake and think of the secrets I've been keeping from the people around me. It might be an impromptu escape. it might be a horrific thing that happened in my past. It might be something I've done, that none of them will be able to forgive...
Sometimes I wonder how I managed to complicate things so much. But then I realise that I have simply come too far to lose it all. And if reaching the end means keeping secrets, lying and deceiving, then that is the price I will have to pay, because how can I expect to get everything I want without the will to sacrifice everything else in order to get it?
There is a certain time of morning. It occurs after everyone left for school and work. It's a time I think of the secrets I've been keeping, how shocked everyone would be if the truth was discovered. But mostly I think about how I'll do everything in my power to keep them from ever finding out...
