We showed up on her doorstep the day she left. I could tell she was sad, even though she was trying to be strong. It took every ounce of strength I had not to comfort her. That wasn’t supposed to happen. We were not supposed to get attached. The rule breaker was the one following the rules, and it was infuriating. We put them in place, but none of us wanted to follow them. We wanted to make it work, and we thought she did too.
