“We never slept in the same room again. I knew it was over, and so did he, we just didn’t dare have the conversation. He’d already driven us to the brink with the gambling, so there was practically nothing left by then. Anything else had been gobbled up paying off what we owed. I used to imagine him, sitting in a park somewhere, thinking about how he’d failed, and I actually felt sorry for him. Imagine that – me! Feeling sorry for him. Even now, after all these years, I still doubt myself. Still wonder if there was something I could have done to put it right. I can hear him, you know – his voice inside my head, telling me that it was all my fault. Not the baby, but everything. Everything that went stale and sour.
himmy“Do you know what I wanted?” she asked Adam. “More than anything?”
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