Cynthia POV.
“You cannot outrun the past. It always catches up with you. Eventually.”
My seventh-grade teacher Mrs. McCarthy used to say these words. She used to explain in detail how someone’s past influenced their present, thereby impacting their future as well.
I had always tried to grapple with its meaning but could never fully understand it. Until my mother turned up at my doorstep without a warning and upended my carefully reconstructed life.
That night, I began to comprehend the meaning of those words uttered by Mrs. McCarthy.
All I had ever intended to do since leaving home at the age of seventeen was to forget the past. To forget those associated with my past. Every step, and every breath I had taken since then had been a concerted effort to run away and pretend that my past didn’t exist anymore.
How wrong I was!