The Girl I Left Behind

by Andie Newton

rambled; my mind was on

between us. He squeezed my knee tenderly and his voice turned buttery.

him what I was thinking. Otherwise, he might have thought I was making fun of him. ‘This

something about not feeling well, and then left the table holding her stomach.

the last time I’d bought

behind my neck as I

up. By midday, the arms of my coat were riddled with