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The Final Goodbye
Just then, my phone buzzed with a reminder. Team meeting in five minutes.
“Wait,” Donna said, her voice suddenly pleading. “We can start over fresh. Forget the past.”
“Families don’t demand their children abandon their future,” I replied quietly.
“I won’t need to,” I said.
I turned toward the glass doors of my office building.
“No,” I said without turning around. “I’m going to help myself instead.”