I was sitting on the edge of my bed. My head was buried deeply in my hands. I could hear the low, electric hum of the old refrigerator in our cramped kitchen. Most of all, I could hear my mother pacing in the hallway outside my door, then heard a knock on my door. I did not know why my mom had been so bothersome lately. "Mom, what is it?" I finally shouted. I stood up and pulled the door open. I fully expected to see my mother standing there with another plate of leftover food or another lecture about my future. Instead, I froze completely in the doorway. Rachel was standing in the hallway. She was the lady my mom had been forcing on my head for the past few weeks. I was incredibly surprised to see her standing in front of my room. I vividly remembered lying to her just a few days ago. After our brief meeting at the cafe, I had sent her a message saying I was traveling out of the city for a family emergency to avoid seeing her again. Her presence here was like a slap in the fa
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