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I don’t want to tell him the truth, not
yet, I have to figure all this out, away
from him and the bitterness I feel.
“I’ll miss you, Sin. I want to be
here for you through this.”
“Cohen, just let me do this.” His
knuckles are white on the steering wheel.
“Things will be back to normal before
you know it.”
That seems to appease him, and he
takes my hand, bringing it to his lips,
