They mistook my quiet for surrender. They read my silence as an empty room. They were wrong.
They mistook my quiet for surrender. They couldn’t have been more wrong. I never thought the walk from a twelve-hour shift at Chicago General to my own front door would feel like crossing into hostile territory. Yet there I stood at 11:30 p.m. on a Tuesday, frozen in my driveway, staring at a house blazing … Read more