The rest is in the second letter, the one I wrote while at Sheppard Pratt.
I’m sorry if I hurt you, too, Cassandra.
Cassandra stopped reading and mopped up the tears with a handful of tissues. She folded the letter, her thoughts torn between her parents (and all that they had done for Joshua but had never told her) and Ryan (and the love they still shared, even in these tough days).
“Oh, Ryan!” she said, the words catching in the tightness of her throat.
She hung her head, caught in the awkward middle of one relationship denied in death, and her own relationship denied by, what? Technology? Jealously? Unanticipated change? What was it about Joshua and Nalini that kept them together, even when apart, even after death, when she and Ryan struggled with nothing tangible separating them?
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