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London“I love him enough to be here when he comes back to me.”
—London Wright
Maggie looks well. I suppose well is a stretch—she looks okay. I haven’t seen her in a month since the funeral. She’s sitting across from me at a local café. She takes a sip of iced tea before smiling weakly.
It’s a little awkward when a friendship that was built because of a common denominator—aka Cooper—attempts to continue after the mutual connection is gone. Yet I really like Maggie, and I want to keep her in my life.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m good. I mean, you know. I’ll get there.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and my chest aches for her.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know. Me, too. It’s just so surreal, you know? Most days, I can’t even believe it’s real. I feel like he’s still deployed, and he’ll come ba
