But for now, it's just a secret. The kind that eats away at its keeper. Leaves her restless and wide-eyed when she should be sleeping, distracted when she should be focused, melancholy when she should be joyful. Encites whispers on the phone, closed-door conversations and eye contact avoidance.
So with bags under my eyes, knots in my stomach, and a rattle in my throat, I prepare to change the course of my adult life. Ready, go.