I TURNED MY EYES AWAY and forced myself to walk back to the centre alone. One foot in front of the other, I reminded myself. Sometimes walking felt like a metaphor for life. As much as you might want to hurry through the unpleasant bits, you still had to do it one step at a time. As I walked I thought about Pete. Did he love me? I had to believe he did.…
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