I read somewhere that if you want to know if a girl grew up scared, watch what she does when a man raises his voice.

My silence felt like distance. My depth felt like absence. My composure felt like indifference. It was none of those things. But he could not tell the difference.

I read somewhere that if you want to know if a girl grew up scared, watch what she does when a man raises his voice.

I don’t yell back. I go somewhere else. Not physically. I stay in the room. B…