“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
“Haven’t I?”
“I think the world of you,” he insisted.
“But you’re—how can we?”
“I don’t know.”
I waited for more, but Robert simply dragged his thumb across my cheek like that was it. And I realized that maybe it was. Maybe that was the whole truth.
Robert leaned in to kiss me and I let him. I didn’t call him the names he deserved. I moved my lips against his because maybe the world was crueler than I imagined. Maybe a man could cheat without a real reason.
And maybe, when Robert reached for a condom from the little box on his bookshelf, I let him because my nose was my father’s nose, my blood his soiled blood. Maybe I was desperate for any bullshit reason that wouldn’t make me a horrible person. Maybe I’d wanted to be Sandra all along.
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