Marji
I turn toward the sound of Dr. Kizer's door opening and my entire body freezes. I'm momentarily paralyzed as the dark, penetrating stare comes my direction, latching my gaze and rocking my reality. I can't compute as I'm decimated with the calamity of worlds colliding.
Two impossible scenes become one.
While I'm staring at the man I saw recently in the grocery store with his daughter, I know in my heart, in every fiber of my body, that he's also Mr. Santana. I may not have seen the entirety of his face, but I saw him—the rest of him. The man before me is the man who brought me pain, pleasure, and satisfaction in a way I've never known.
He's also the man who rejected me.
Those thoughts and more flash through my mind as his steps still. My vision tunnels as Dr. Kizer steps arou
