My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

at a time. One moment of choosing yourself over the people who tried to destroy you.”

I thought about that. About the choice I’d made in the hospital room. To protect myself. To fight back.

“I chose me,” I said quietly.

“Yes,” my father agreed. “You did. And that’s how it starts.”

That night, in my childhood bedroom, I thought about everything I’d lost.continue reading …