Diary #4
Diary #4
Dear Mom,
Did you know? I feel like you would. I’m not sure what to think. Why wasn’t I told sooner? It makes things seem different, but also like nothing in my life is real.
I don’t know where to go from here. Who am I? What do I do now? My life was mapped out in front of me—join the family business.
And now, I have no clue. What even is the family business? Spies? Snitches?
If you’d told me this, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Tiny doesn’t scream undercover material, but I guess that’s the point. The least likely person is the best option.
I’m rambling tonight, but that’s how my brain feels.
Maddox left me alone for the first time since it happened. It’s been one week, but it feels like forever. At first, I was glad to have some space, but after thirty minutes, the darkness started to cover me. He’s looking into a more permanent place for us. We settled in Memphis. I wish I could enjoy it more. I always wanted to come here, but the lights and sounds are all too much right now. It feels right, though. The blues of this place speak of things I feel in my bones.
What do you think I would be good at? I guess in a way, I get to reinvent myself, be a version of Darcie that wasn’t raped. Yeah, I kind of like that.
Love,
Darcie