At My 20 Year Reunion, My Former Bully Laughed Until Her Husband Read My Name

in my head and a certainty that I could not always justify but could not let go of either. I had written it on a night when the fear was loudest, when I was not sure any of it would come to anything.

I had titled it simply: For When You Finally Win.

I opened it there in the car, under the yellow light of the street lamp, and read my own handwriting, continue reading …