Our past defines who we are.
There are things from my past that I will do anything to keep hidden.
Things that I know Beth wouldn’t understand. How could she when I don’t understand what happened myself?
I blame myself everyday for the things I’ve done, and as I get closer to Beth I realise that maybe I’m not ready for this. Maybe I don’t deserve her.
Regardless, I know she can never find out.
But if there was one thing I know better than anyone, it’s that secrets don’t stay hidden for long.
And sometimes when they break, they are scandalous.
About Missy Johnson
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.