Her mouth tasted dry and bitter, like desperation. Her palms were sweaty. It had never occurred to her that one day she would be apologizing and begging forgiveness for old sins.
Your earliest memory is of a rainy day in your father’s old house, with your father yelling loudly at you, almost as loud as the sound of the heavy rain outside. You don’t remember why he was yelling, he used to yell a lot.