away. Full scholarship. Pre-med.
My knees gave out and I sat right there on the floor. I cried harder than I had in years, not out of fear—but something like pride breaking through pain.
“You’re leaving?” I finally asked.
She nodded. “Next fall.”
I wanted to say no. That I needed her. That I wasn’t ready. That the house would fall apart without her.
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