Chapter 21
“You’re back,” Sam says, wiping the tears from his eyes, a wry smile returning to his face. I move to pick up the book he dropped but he waves with his hand, indicating that I should leave it on the ground and rather take the seat opposite his. For some reason Sam looks different than what I had seen him the last time we met. When I had pushed him to the floor and Michael had threatened that I was not to see him again. I can see that he had lost weight and there are dark circles under his eyes. Maybe he had lost this weight a while back and I was just so obsessed with my own depression and dying that I could not see the strain it was taking on a person who gave me new life and wanted better for me in the future. “Did you enjoy the trip?” Sam asks as I take my seat, brushing my hair o
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