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content,” he said.
“I am.”
He sat beside me. “Your father would have been proud of you.”
I looked out across the water shimmering beneath the sun. “I hope so.”
“He would have been.”
We sat quietly for a while.
Then Nick asked, “Do you ever regret not going back?”
I smiled faintly. “To New York?”
“To David.”
The answer came easily because time had purified it.continue reading …
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