“It was my birthday,” I tell him, my voice little more than a whisper. “I think I was… sixteen? Maybe. I don’t know. Sixteen, the first time.” I laugh, but the sound is broken somehow, and I don’t know how to pull these words together.
“It was my birthday,” I tell him, my voice little more than a whisper. “I think I was… sixteen? Maybe. I don’t know. Sixteen, the first time.” I laugh, but the sound is broken somehow, and I don’t know how to pull these words together.