Bella finally broke.
We were at the diner
right next to my building.
We sat down. We ordered.
She started crying.
“Why didn’t you tell
me?”
Tell her what? I didn’t know any more than she did. Before… before I didn’t want to get her
involved.
Now she was.
I could feel that anxiety
creeping back in. Not a natural worry,
but something from the outside, something unnatural, trying to crawl and claw
its way into my brain.
“Can we stop it?”
My will to live, my will
for Luke to live, said yes.
My brain said no.
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