I pause . My heart is racing . We ’ ve moved past the construction site now and are on a different street , driving back towards the center of the city .
My boyfriend , Henry , who never loved me but never wanted to be alone . That Henry . I open my mouth to remind my mom of this . But then I pause .
Did I ever tell her about Henry ?
I can ’ t remember . All I can remember is his dark hair , his blood red cheeks . His smile .
The image blurs and disappears .
Henry . His name . I rehearse it in my mind , trying to hold onto it until it , too , slips away .
Amy Lyon graduated from Emory University with Highest Honors in Psychology . When not writing , she engages in photography .
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