O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! –A Midsummer Night’s Dream Frank SERGIO DAMN NEAR took off the door. His aggression was palpable, the air tinged with his bitterness, his anger. I let out a sigh as he rushed past me and took the stairs two at a time. The rest of the men communed in the kitchen. I stayed back. The sound of wine pouring and Sergio yelling at Val filled the air. I leaned against the stairway, wincing. My bones ached. There used to be days I would go without sleep, where the sunlight and darkness melted into one another in consecutive hours, time slipped away. And now, time it seemed, was doing the exact same thing. “Bless him, Father,” I mumbled under my breath. Was that my sin then? To bear the weight of poor choices on my shoulders, while Luca toasted to Andi in heaven? It was as if each jagged piece I tried to pick up and put back together again embedded itself into my skin. I bled, I bled, I bled some more, and then the piece would finally attach itself.
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