Of circus mirrors and true reflections {OR How to survive accusation}
She stands in the doorway, glaring down at me and listing all the ways I’ve failed. Lined up behind her, peeking over her shoulders, are the others from around the…
She stands in the doorway, glaring down at me and listing all the ways I’ve failed. Lined up behind her, peeking over her shoulders, are the others from around the…