Can a leopard truly change its spots? Can a second chance truly be taken without doing so in vain? Can a liar be trusted after being caught red handed? These questions swirled in my mind as I stood before the mirror of my bedroom, Easton remaining across my train of thought despite the fact I hadn’t seen him in hours. My torturous and consistent questions recurring in my mind, one after another, that would only cease to the sound of a pair of knuckles addressing the wood of my door with a courteous pause to be allowed inside. Quickly pulling the final inch of my zipper closed,, I pulled the entrance open to find Henry on the other side.
Just for a moment as I had observed him I questioned if I could find happiness with someone like him; but then I pictured my mother and the life she now
