193. The Truth
The Truth
It was the first time
I had seen her
like this.
Her anger was still there,
but her face flitted between fury
and something else.
Later I would learn,
that was called guilt.
And what would make
the river of hatred feel guilty?
This is the answer:
she knew what I was,
and she did not tell me.
I took a deep breath.
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