I’ll miss you … pithy, insufficient. I don’t want you to go … already been said. This was the best week of my life … true, but still not enough. I’d give anything for more time … fucking pathetic. I wrap my arms around her, crushing her against my chest, angry at her and at myself. I’ve never been like this before—I’ve always known what to do. The impulse to snatch her up and throw her back in the car is overwhelming. Instead I let go, regretting it the moment I feel the cold emptiness between my arms. Sabrina gives me one last look, her eyes huge and dark in her stiff face. She pulls her
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