He turned to me. “Foolish behavior is not going to bring him back.” “I’m trying to bring me back,” I said, realizing at that moment that it was true. Mr. Eckhardt shook his head sadly. “That person you were? She’s dead, too. The quicker you realize that, the better off you’ll be. I’m just trying to help.” That person—that loving, devoted, oblivious person—was someone I definitely wanted back. She was caught in a quicksand of grief, and I had to figure out how to help her escape. “Your help was not requested,” I said, and Mr. Eckhardt’s eyes widened with surprise at my vehemence. “I don’t need
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