For weeks afterwards, it dominated every conversation.
“Did you hear?”
“I can’t believe it. They seemed so right together.”
“What will she do now?”
“Will we see her again?”
Life went on. It always did, after all. Those left behind managed somehow.
But not the same. Never the same.
She pushed the food around with her fork. She knew if she looked up at him, she might start to cry. So she kept pushing as sh…
A sequel to The breakup
Published on March 19, 2007.
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