“I know,” she said. “That’s why I’ve been looking for you. For years. I wanted to fix it… but I couldn’t find you.”
“You didn’t try hard enough,” I shot back.
“I did,” she insisted, her voice trembling. “But you disappeared. Moved, changed numbers… I even hired someone at one point, but—” She stopped herself, as if realizing how it sounded. “It doesn’t matter. I failed. Again.”
I crossed my arms, trying to hold myself together.
“And now?” I asked. “Now that he’s dying, suddenly I matter again?”
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