“After all these years, you still blame me.” “Who should I blame?” “I went to that bloody station two hours early, dragged both suitcases down there, and waited for you to show. Do you know what it felt like standing on the platform watching that train pull away?” I stare at him, stunned that he can sit there and talk about hurt—to me. Has he forgotten his part in all of it? The promise he made and the breaking of it? His disappearance from my life without a word? “I imagine it felt a lot like walking into your apartment the next day and finding it empty.” “I went to the station as agreed. You
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