“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
I stared at my friend. His jaw was flexed, veins protruding in his neck. I hadn’t meant to betray him, condemn us in this way, but now that I had, I knew I couldn’t take it back. He needed to feel her presence, too.
So I said her name again, less confident but louder, so he wouldn’t misunderstand, so he couldn’t claim he hadn’t heard, because a part of me would forever be stuck at sixteen, and because if I’d known Sandra had whispered my mother’s name, forced my father to remember her, remember me, even for an instant, I might have hated her a little less.
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