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“I’m not sure I can stay here,” I told Tim, “but I don't know what I want to do or where I want to live.”
“Come back to work,” he urged me once again.
“Maybe one day, but not now,” I said with deep sadness. “I need to start over, I think.”
“But you’re not starting over,” he argued. “You say you’ve accepted that he’s really gone, but you still wait for him to come walking through your door.”
“I’ve been offered a teaching position in Baltimore,” I said then, trying to change the subject.
“You’re no desk jockey, babe.”
“I don’t know what I am anymore.”
“You don’t have to work at all,” he said. “Connor left you an obscenely rich woman.”
“That’s going into a trust for Kiwi,” I insisted.
“Think you’ll ever come back to us?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve lost th
