I don't get home from the hospital for another week and when I do, everything looks different. It's like I've been living with a dark veil around my face and didn't even know it. Everything seems brighter, more clear. I've taken sick leave off for the rest of the term so I don't have to worry about my classes. I want to focus on getting better and finishing my novel. But whenever I sit down to write, I just sit there enjoying the silence and the feel of my own breathing. I get a call from my mother. She wants to see me and for the first time I'm willing to listen to her. I can tell how sad she sounds and I'm ready now, maybe not to forgive completely, but at least to get to know her.
I've missed you so much, she says. I wanted so much to be there for you when your father died. I know he meant the world to you, but you were so caught up with that boy from Spain I thought you'd left the country.
That boy from Spain?
You know the one you thought was the ONE.
I don't know why but for the first time I realize that you were only a boy when you came into my life, right after my father died. You we're there when I needed an escape, when I had no one. You kept hope alive when I had none. You gave me a reason to live, and a reason not to live.
I tell my mother I will call her next week so that we can arrange a visit, but first I need to talk to the boy from Spain one last time.
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The Stranger
ParanormalAs a young woman Anna has a short, passionate love affair with a mysterious young man with looks, brains, and most a seductive power known as "duende." This same dark power that pulls her toward him, will also turn out to be a curse she has to brea...
