Dory Madsen
London, England
Eleven years and two months to the day, I sold my soul for a mess of pottage, leaving my best friend and sister alone to fend for herself in the scariest moments of her life. In my shame, I have openly hidden from family and those whom I still hold dear. Without them, I chose to move on with my life while holding fast to the grief and burden of my disastrous folly, hoping that my sister, when we meet again, will look upon my suffering as a retribution of sorts. Perhaps then, I will feel worthy enough to ask her forgiveness.