“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
She stood up.
“No,” she said. “No. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” I asked. I was confused. “I just wanted you to know what’s going on,” I told her.
“I can’t have anything more to do with you. I can’t be your friend anymore.”
She moved into the corridor. I set my mug down on the table and trailed after her. By the time I caught up, she’d opened the front door.
“I’m sorry, I really am,” she said. “But I can’t have this in my life. You need to leave. Now. Don’t ever call me again.”
I’d hoped for sympathy. I wanted to tell someone the truth of my life. I thought that’s what friends did.
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