Laurie thought about how she’d go home alone, but wasn’t really lonely anymore. Or if she was, it was only in passing, not as a constant state. Her powers were returning. She’d met Dan when she was eighteen, when she had the confidence to stride up to a bunch of lads in freshers’ week and tell them she’d sort the problem out. That girl wasn’t created by him, she existed already. Dan had chosen a future without her, and as sad and harrowing and unexpected as that had been, now she got to choose a future for herself. It was exhilarating.
