Numb

I can’t go to a store around here without hoping/worrying (a giddy combination) that I might see you in the underwear section, or hovering near the fruit pyramids. You don’t even live in my part of town anymore. It makes no sense. And now this.

I don’t know what to say, Robin, as usual. I just sit here and shake my head, bile churning, face fallen.

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