We said we'd only die of lonely secrets
Where the Sunbeams End: Chapter 7
Certain memories bob on the surface of my consciousness like lily pads on the lake, while others seem buried deep within the depths of an abyss. And yet some are akin to the predators of the ocean, always lurking beneath the waves.
It was only a couple miles down the road from our place, the old farmhouse. I would run in t…