“Thank you,” I tell her, “for these three months.” Her eyes flicker to mine. “You did all the work.” “Not true,” I say with a small laugh. She found my therapist. She decorated the house. She spent more time helping me than I can even add up. “I’m happy I’m here.” “Me too,” she says, her eyes softening again. She’s starting to get good at that. Her arm wraps around my shoulder. As we go inside, I know that the future may not be so easy. I know that there will be more issues to deal with. But I can’t imagine going back to how things were. Now it’s time to start building relationships. I think
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I'm so proud of her
