It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually werenât good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didnât want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you donât. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You donât want to look at whatâs rotting there. -
Deb Caletti