“We don’t have a choice”…that’s what I told Jaime when she said we should have gotten the fuck out of there and called the cops. “We don’t have a choice.” Thinking back on those frantic moments leading up to that trigger being pulled though…I wonder. It made me question the fragility of it all. How effortless it could be to tug on the loose ends of the fabric of society. How quickly things can unravel. When your back is to the wall and you’re coerced at a moment where being between a rock and a hard place seems like an improvement of circumstances. Right then…decisions truly are life changing.

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