THE LINE WE CROSSED

I grew up in his house.
He watched me become a woman.

But he was never mine to want.

He is my best friend's father, controlled, guarded, untouchable.

Until one night changed the way he looked at me.

We told ourselves it was loneliness.
A mistake.
A moment.

But the way he says my name in the dark doesn't feel like a mistake.

And some lines... once crossed...

Can never be redrawn.