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“False claims of incapacity will not be tolerated.”
That night, we ate pasta together at a small table.
A week later, I flew back.
Michael walked me to security.
“I didn’t think I’d survive this,” he said.
“You didn’t survive because you were strong,” I told him. “You survived because you didn’t disappear.”
The car is gone now. Sold. Forgotten.
But I remember the condensation on the windows.
The sign that told me everything.
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