![]() ![]() ![]() My new straight, male BFF said he couldn’t follow up on the lead he’d mentioned to me because he was having a father-son retreat with his dad. It had filled my heart with hope, even before I got the text message from Phoenix. I’d asked him a thousand times if he was sure they paid for the transportation, and he’d said yes. But this morning had started off with Dad dashing out to his experimental treatment, grabbing the bag with the lunch and snacks I’d made for him (“Forever the worrier, just like your mom,” he’d said as he kissed the crown of my head.) on his way to the cab waiting for him downstairs. I was so used to worrying, I’d forgotten how it felt to simply be. Happiness tasted weird in my mouth-not unpleasant, but surprising all the same. ![]() I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, staring at Célian’s locked office door. ![]()
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