October 11, 2018

“He misses you,” she sighed while fidgeting her fingers around the wine glass. I continued washing dishes as a way to keep myself distracted, but the tone in Nora’s voice was difficult to ignore. I could feel her honest intentions and I became painfully aware of the emotional turmoil choking its way up my esophagus. The rough taste of a conversation I’d been trying to avoid for nearly a decade was nauseating, and although sile...

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