It had been thirty years since she’d travelled back to where she had endured the most terrible pain in her life. She had gazed out of…
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I heard her panting as she crept closer, intrigued. “I’m looking for my husband,” I said.
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“You know, you didn’t kill your father,” Zain says.
After I scream, I turn on the radio. Toxic plays and I lie back down.
It strikes him that this woman in the kitchen barely resembles Ma. Too small, too frail. Almost harmless.