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David
“Well, that was dramatic,” Katherine said when I entered her apartment what felt like a million hours later.
I grunted noncommittally. Sure, flying to New York on such short notice was dramatic, but I didn’t care. I was surly and unresponsive. I wanted to punch someone again and also call Sutton right now and apologize. But I wouldn’t. Even if I loved her. No, because I loved her.
She might have rushed to the airport to try to convince me to stay. Done all the right things to make me not get on that plane. And, still, I’d left because I didn’t believe her. I wanted to. But I found it hard to believe that she would really be okay and that we wouldn’t turn around a few days later and have the same fight.
She needed to know that I was serious about this. That I would actually le
