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What the fuck are you doing? Call me! Now!

So

I turned off my phone and continued to inch forward in the line toward the ht didn’t leave for a few hours yet

Was I really going to do this?

I ran littering in the overhead lights The siht on my hand Should I take them off?

I started to wiggle them over my knuckle and stopped

I couldn’t do it

I pushed theer I wouldn’t take them off

Then as I leaving?

“Don’t leave, Whitney”

The memory of Kyle’s desperate plea would haunt me forever

I told hione for four months That we’d talk after I had some space But did I mean it?

Did I plan on returning to Southport?

I had paid off the house; I could sign it over to my mother Absolve myself of the tie

I could file for divorce …

I felt as if I was going to be sick

I broke out of line and rushed to the bathroo it into a cubicle just in time to lose the entire contents of my stomach Once I could do no more than dry heave, I splashed cold water on my face and stared at the reflection of the sad, pathetic wo back at me

“It can’t be that bad,” someone said from beside me

I glanced over at an older woray hair cut close to her head and twinkling brown eyes She earing the sort of floral print dress that told the world ‘I’ve paid my dues and I’ll hat the hell I want, so keep your opinions about my wardrobe to yourself’

I respected that

I wiped