No fue la suerte.
No fue el momento oportuno.
Ni siquiera el valor, al menos no al principio.
This is what saved you. Your body knew it before your mind was ready. Your revulsion kept returning. Your fear refused to be controlled. Something inside you wouldn’t calm down, wouldn’t normalize, wouldn’t stop scratching at the sealed space under the bed.
So you opened it.
And yes, what you found inside destroyed the life you thought you had.
But it also put an end to a much worse life than you would have continued to live if you had remained silent long enough for the smell to normalize.
