“Promise me, Joe!” I broke down and called out, crying hard, as I watched him walk away from me for what could potentially be the last time. “Promise me that you’ll come back for me!” Weak girl. Weak, weak, weak, fucking weak! Shoulders stiffening, he stopped walking and turned back to me. An expression of pain and frustration was etched on his face. “Molloy.” “Come back for me, Joe,” I cried out hoarsely, clutching my stomach. “Get better and come back for me… For your family.” Looking shattered, he stared at me for the longest moment before nodding. “I’ll come back for you. For both of you.”
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