“You don’t have to tell me anything,” she replied quickly. “I’m just worried about you. You look so different.”
I played with my straw. “Well, I’ve been gone a long time. Almost eight years with only short little trips back.”
“That’s not what I mean.” I could tell Parker was choosing her words carefully. “You look like you’re in pain.”
That was the understatement of the century. “His name is David,” I finally said softly. “And he’s the only regret I have…that they made me leave him behind too.”
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