ANNA | Then
I met him on the street. It was lonely, almost sequestered, the kind no one wants to drive on, but there I was, standing akimbo beside my broken-down car looking on at the rising, swirling vapour emanating out of the engine.
The day was warm, bittersweet but lovely in a way that I could've spent it by using the little time I had to sketch, but I was stuck on a long curvy isolated road with a car that wouldn't start and a low battery phone. It was all Raisa's fault, being my stepmother did not give her the right to coerce me into going to her son's university graduation. The thought of her getting away with it rubbed me the wrong way, but I would do anything for my dad even if it meant putting up with his stepson's perverse looks throughout the ceremony. I got out as fast as I could once the robes were thrown down and a throng of people descended on the proud graduates.
After all my fake enthusiastic chi
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