I didn’t push her.

She slipped.

She slipped.

The rocks were slippery and she was standing too close to the edge and she slipped.

I didn’t push her.

Yes, I was mad, but I didn’t push her.

Yes, my vision went red, but I didn’t push her.

Yes, her hand is forever frozen in a position of reaching out to grab at me, but I didn’t push her.

Yes, I have the nagging memory of the feeling of her t-...