This is not a story about betrayal.
This is not a story about the ways in which we manipulate ourselves for the pleasure of others.
This is not a story about sex or love or lust.
This is a story about the unseen mechanisms that operate just below the level of our conscious minds. Ghosts, specters, Keepers of the Key.
This is about a night bathed in tears. The damage had been done, the world would forever be altered and the genie would not be put back in the bottle.
Her world was crumbling. In an instant, her life had been transformed into a landscape of funhouse mirrors and shifting sands.
Who was that who joined them in the marital bed that night and spoke with a child’s pleading voice?
“I’ll be a good girl.” She said.
Shocked silence sent her back to wherever she’d come from and like a member of the family who cannot be trusted with its darkest secrets she was never mentioned again.