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Nate
It was three days later when they were letting Quincey come home. Thank the f*****g God.
This was all a new experience in some ways and way too familiar in others. The hospital. Car accident. Those things had happened so much to the people I loved and me, so it was an old hat. But when that happened to your little girl’s new mom and your partner—it was terrifyingly new.
And I hated it.
Felt f*****g exposed every day Quincey wasn’t here, home, next to me.
I raked a hand over my face and sighed, sitting back in my office chair. I’d been trying to get s**t organized, and my meetings for the next week dealt with or postponed, but my mind was racing. I felt like I was scrambling, trying to catch up, and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
I didn’t know what all I was even catching up to
