Bedevilled 2016 -

She opened the door.

She heard footsteps on her stairs. Slow. Heavy. The door didn’t open. A hand—thin, knuckles split—pushed a piece of paper under the crack. bedevilled 2016

Bok-nam’s face collapsed. Not with anger. With a final, devastating disappointment. “You were always like that,” she whispered. “Even when we were girls. You watched them throw rocks at me. You said nothing.” She opened the door