“I don’t want you to suffer on my account, or wait, or worry. If I don’t come back, don’t waste a minute looking for me. We both know where that road leads.” “Do we? I don’t have any idea what will happen. Every time I’ve felt sure about what the morning will be like, I’ve been wrong. There aren’t any seasons here; there isn’t an almanac to tell us what to plant or when to sow it, when to expect rain, when to brace for drought. Some days I wake up with a different arm at my side. Some days I wake up and feel like a different person.” She took his hands in hers, the one soft and warm, the other
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