Looking back, she doubted her memories. Had it happened this way? Had it happened at all? Years had already passed since she watched him leave home to marry an Italian girl his parents could call family; N.’s prideful detachment eventually turned into years of unintended abstinence. Even now, she often stood in the middle of her same bedroom, down the hall from where her mother slept, and said his name aloud just to feel it in her mouth before it was swallowed by the silence.
Words By Erin Klassen. Art by Erin McPhee.