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r little yellow brick house and burst inside, noting, not for the first time, that my mom had forgotten to lock it. The chemotherapy had taken a toll on her, making her forgetful at times. Three months ago, she finally became cancer-free
opes. I walked over and started to sift through them. Bills. Bills. And more bills. I slammed them down on the table, feeling a rush of anger and hopelessness. But then I reminded myself that ou
hat. Another lie. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about all the lies I'd told my friends and
. My phone buzzed, and a text message from Angela, my
m? Are you two shar
d and te
met him a month ago. I li
to spend more time with him ever since. Little does she know, we will
PM. I wasn't sure what errands she was running so late, but I knew better than to ask her. I almost left my room to greet her as she climbed the small stairway to the second floor, but she immediately entered her room and shut
slamming my fist down onto the off button. The blaring alarm was replaced by the beautiful songs of the songbirds outside. The morning June sun peeked through my blinds, leaving golden daggers
ssed some spare clothes and toiletries into my suitcase, which I had fortunately taken out the night before. I threw on
at the kitchen table, reading the paper an
ess so," I
ou know I always w
o in place of me," I of
! You know you'll love it. Take
or when she asked, "Are you sure you don
was now 5:55 AM. "No time," I answer
dark sunglasses stood on each side of the back door of the limo. I approached, and one of the men opened
mfortable, and I could see the chauffeur all the way in front. I almost forgot what nice
y lovely wife," a smooth, silky
k the glass of champagne. "Trust me, I'm going to need a lot of this d
smile widened. "Your wish is my co
ong trip. "To the airport, shall we?" he asked ju