An unease gripped my gut, stopped my heartbeat and promised pandemonium. Every nerve was stretched and it hurt my skin to think. Fighting my paralysis, I knew I needed to make a decision. A critical decision. A decision I couldn’t get right for I knew there were no good outcomes, whatever I chose.
I’d left my sister coping with our fiercely demanding father. For three years I had barely communicated while I was in Adelaide and didn’t correspond during eight years up in Alice Springs. Anything could have happened over that time and, by the look of the decay in our once-pristine home, the happenings had not been good.
I had two options: go forward and brave the mess or spin round and chicken out. Toward or Coward. The difference of one letter is the difference of one life or another. My Inner Coward spoke first and loudly but was soon drowned out by the silence of the Inner Toward. How could I run from the only person I could trust? The only one I owed? I hadn’t come all this way to chicken out.
Excerpt from Scars Can’t Tell #ScarsCantTell - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BMXYM1FJ