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doesn’t come here.”
“Good.”
He reached for my hand.
I didn’t give it to him.
His hand stayed there on the table, empty.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I know.”
“I failed her.”
“Yes.”
A tear slipped down his cheek.
“I failed you too.”
I looked at him for a long time.
“You did.”
There are apologies that ask to be comforted. Daniel’s didn’t, and that saved him.
His phone rang.continue reading …
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