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no matter whose face it wore.

But Robert was gone.

There was only me.

I could have curled up on the bed and cried until morning. I could have called a friend and told the story in broken pieces until both of us were exhausted. I could have reached for numbness and tried to disappear into the night until morning.

Instead, something older and harder rose continue reading …