“Joe happened so long ago. I’m married now, I have a family. I only want to forget that time.” “Forget my brother?” I felt a sudden crumpling, a collapse, as though a hand had squeezed the internal workings of my chest. “No, that’s not—” Luna stopped. “I made a horrible mistake that day. You should keep this for your family. Your sisters’ children. I can’t take it.” A disappointment cracked open and grew wider every second that I sat here, Luna across the table from me, the ring between us both. The manuscript of The Love Poem weighed down my purse, but I could not give it to Luna. Not now. I
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