“What happened that made you feel you don’t deserve anything good for yourself?” A car screeching away, my mother’s curses turning to wailing cries. And me, running down the street. My legs pumping hard and fast, even though I knew I’d never catch him. Even though he was long gone. “Good feels out of reach,” I murmured. “I’ve had good before and I lost it.” “So now you only reach for that which doesn’t hurt to lose.”
