Chapter Eleven
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How could he look at me? How could he feel the pain that I'm feeling and think that I'm pretending? He could not be that blinded by grief, grief that had stricken both of us.
" look at me, look at me. It's quite clear that I'm not pretending. I would have never done that, ever. You know how careful I am with them. You know that I've never even slept with them to begin with, and I do not understand what they mean when they say I crushed the very life out of their bodies. I need to see them. Perhaps it's not even as bad as you think. Maybe I can fix it. I'm a doctor, I can fix it." I began rambling on and on, grasping at all the straws that I was seeing, but again, I was still drowning. I was sinking, I was sinking so deep. All I needed to do was
