“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
My husband, John, worked hard to isolate me, but there were always others on the edges of my life: teachers, neighbours, and friends. These were the bystanders who looked the other way. The people who didn’t want to get involved.
Maybe it was too messy?
Maybe it was too uncomfortable?
Maybe they were afraid?
After three years, I grew used to the ways eyes slid off me, never acknowledging the cries heard through a connecting wall, or the occasional visible bruise.
What role do bystanders play in the lives of others?
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