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“It’s fine. I can take it. And I get it. It’s not
like I haven’t said the same thing back at
you.” Amelia pursed her lips, shoving her
hands in her pockets. It would be far too
hypocritical for her to hold anything Teddy
said against her. She empathized enough
not to, anyway. “People forget. The world
moves on for them, but it doesn’t for you.
And it seems…cruel. And so, so unfair that
you’re just here, alone in your grief. And I’m
just saying the world stalls for me, too. Not
everyone forgets.”

Not  everyone  forgets.  As  far  as Teddy knew,
she  never  would.  There was no forgetting  the
tears   she’d  shed  over  her  husband’s   dead
body, nor the way his hands had felt  so  c o l d
and still in her own. The only  thing  worse  was
not  being  able to forget the things she had lost
— Saturday evenings she didn’t have to spend
alone,  and  Henry’s  voice smiling at her down
the phone.

                “You’re right. It’s cruel  and ironic and  w r o n g .
                I  just don’t  u n d e r s t a n d  — I fix hearts for
                a living, goddammit! And I couldn’t save the one
                that mattered most.”