He Called Me Needy, Then Lost

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ess in the world." Dr. Evans' words were a benedictio

y with the exhaust of LA traffic, felt crisp, clean. August was gone. He must have returned to whatever

any visits, stopped me at the desk. "Ms. Glass? M

ere it comes. The last gasp o

birthday. And that he loved you very much." She smiled, a little wistfully

cky? Adored? I just managed a tight, po

n someone's throat. A persistent, painful irritation that wouldn't go

rded my flight. Back to

a huge smile on her face, her arms open wide. She owned a popular bar in dow

in a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, Faith," I w

could feel the tremor in it. She pulled back, holding me at arm's le

I said, a genui

lared, loud enough for a few curious passersby to turn their heads. "T

know," I said, a fond smile on my face. "Ev

osing you. Mark my words. He' s going to crawl back, begging. And you,

rce protector, my unwavering champion. Her certainty, her belief i

going out. Tonight, we're celebrating your freedom. We're going to erase every single memory of that toxi