"The manager helped me! Thank you, Marina!" Seeing my husband's innocent smile as he said this, I thought that even if my mouth were torn apart, I couldn't confess to him. The smoke from the manager's cigarette after he forcefully embraced me seeped deeper into my body each day, and it terrified me. I was afraid I would no longer recognize my husband's gentle scent. I was terrified that my disgust would turn into affection. I was scared of changing...of being changed...Do you notice...
