I don’t recall leaving.
I had referred to it as a sacrifice for twenty years.
But as I stood in that silent apartment, I realized it wasn’t. It was the life I had selected. And it had selected me again at some point.
I took a seat on the couch, grabbed my phone, and scrolled to a number I hadn’t called in twelve years.
Diana.
Before I could convince myself otherwise, I hit the call button.
On the second ring, she answered.
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