Family histories repeat, Nina thought. For a moment, she wondered if it was pointless to try to escape it.
Maybe our parents’ lives are imprinted within us, maybe the only fate there is is the temptation of reliving their mistakes. Maybe, try as we might, we will never be able to outrun the blood that runs through our veins.
Or.
Or maybe we are free the moment we’re born. Maybe everything we’ve ever done is by our own hands.
Nina wasn’t sure.
She just knew that, somehow, after everything that had happened in her life, she had ended up all alone on the front stoop, left behind by a man she had dared to trust