Chapter Forty Seven
When George finally returned from the bedroom, he was carrying his sorry-looking bag with him and one of my suitcases. I watched as he stacked them beside the door and I tried to concentrate my sights on the coffee table. Taking in every line in the deep oak and hoping they would help me compose myself. I knew George didn't want to leave, but he had to. I didn't want to make it any harder for him, let alone make him give up the endeavor entirely. "I thought it best to take one of your cases with me while I have the baggage allowance." I guessed he was focusing on the practicalities for the same reason I was concentrating on the table. Anything to make separating easier on each other. It wasn't about keeping a distance between us, but about being composed enough to embrace each other with
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