Part 2 - đắng, cay đắng Reflection
The ngày after it happened, the bright light of morning was the only thing that made all of it real. Burying her hadn't made it real. Explaining it to my son hadn't made it real. Waking up without her made it real. And nothing anyone đã đưa ý kiến to me made it okay. I had no one else to blame but myself. There was no enemy to strike. There was no revenge to be had, no message to be sent. I had been the culprit this time, and I ended up paying for it in thêm ways than anyone can possibly imagine. Least of all me.
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