“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
I could see all pathetic sixteen years of myself, pausing at the study door with a backpack heavy with homework. Through a crack, I saw my mother in her yellowed bathrobe, with the phone pressed tight against her head, like if she allowed even a sliver of space between her skull and the phone, she’d crumble completely.
I inched closer to her weeping. It was three in the afternoon. Sunny. I leaned against the doorframe like I leaned against my locker, crossing my arms over my budding chest while my mother’s cries wormed their way inside me. I wondered what had happened this time. Another condemning receipt, another gift with Sandra’s name on it? Or had Sandra’s voice been in the background when my father called from his business trip? Maybe, before he left, my father had promised things would be different and my mom had allowed herself to believe him. They were still wearing their wedding rings, after all.
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