Page 34 of Sabrina’s Guide to Searching for Someday

Before he can say anything, I’m spouting out angry words about his nerve and the audacity he has to even show his face. About how angry I am with him and how it’s a wonder he can sleep at night.

He remains silent all through my spiel, and when I’ve tired out, tears running down my face, he finally speaks.

“I know I was wrong. I know I can’t change any of it. But I am here now,Stellina.”

It’s a nickname I’ve heard many times. Times when he aimed to soothe, to please, to push, to pull. It’s a name I can’t handle hearing right now.

“Please,” I whisper, wiping at my face, not knowing what I’m asking of him.

“Tell me what to do,” he insists, his voice not much louder than my own.

I sniff, shutting my laptop and grabbing my things.

“Meet me at the park across the street from my job.”