TWENTY-SIX
ROWAN I felt like every time I tried to take a breather, my lungs would expel the air but couldn’t manage to inhale my next breath. It was like a boa was wrapping tight around me, coiling even tighter after every exhalation leaving me gasping for air. There must have been something wrong with my lungs because what in the hell was happening. How does someone come back from tonight? My own mother abandoned me and started a new happy family. She didn’t seem to have an ounce of regret on her face. She was beautiful and I wanted to hate her. I wanted to ask her why she left me all those years ago. I wanted to beg her to love me, which only angered me so much more. What was I doing wrong? Was there something inherent in me that made me so undesirable? Tears were streaming down m
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