sides, with tears running uncontrollably down her cheeks. She knew. I knew she knew. There was no doubt now that she knew exactly what was going on. Who I was. Who I once was. I saw the moment she compartmentalized it. Saw the moment that she decided that she couldn’t do it. She walked into the house, came back out moments later, still crying might I add, and walked back to her car. All the while I watched her, a sick knot in my stomach that was on the verge of pain. She got into her car, stared at me for a few more long moments, and then backed down the road, turned it sharply like she was in
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