“Do you have any idea what that feels like? Knowing that? Knowing that while I’m here, alone, looking at all the places he used to exist in, he’s just...off somewhere else with someone else? While I struggle to figure out who the fuck I am now and what I’m supposed to want now, he’s thriving and happy and comfortable.” I sneered the last word. “So please stop telling me about where they are or what they’re doing or how perfect their fucking life is, Gideon, because I don’t want to know. It’s enough. This,” I hit my own chest with a soft fist. “What he left behind is enough, okay?”
