And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
It was a strange combination to absorb – the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.
The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.
Is my mom all right? She’s perfectly fine. don’t worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn’t come alone, of course. Light, amused. I’m alone. I’d never been more alone in my entire life.
