But they were wrong. There was a reason.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.

Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.