“Unraveling the Threads of Destiny: What Happens When the Past Repeats It’s Darkest Secrets in Hayley Notter’s ‘Again’?”
And then I’d vomit all over again because, for some reason, I always forgot there had been more than one woman, and the only reason I clung to Sandra was because she was the only one with a name. The only one my mother had called directly and begged to stop sleeping with her husband. And Sandra, being Sandra, cheerily said no.
Robert’s kiss hurt. It dripped with an apology he was trying to grind into me, sorry he’d chosen to be my lover instead of my friend in this moment, sorry he wasn’t going to press me to tell him what was wrong. I let him hurt me. We both knew I’d driven five hours from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia for this.
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