I Was Handcuffed In My Living Room—Then A Child Spoke Up

a busy intersection, watching the walk signal turn from a red hand to a white walking figure. The old Emily would have rushed to the hospital. The old Emily would have thought it was her duty to offer forgiveness to people who had tried to destroy her.

But the old Emily died the moment those handcuffs clicked shut.

“James,” I replied, my voice unnervingly continue reading …