“What do you think you’ll lose?” “I don’t know.” I check your amber eyes for signs of impatience, but you don’t seem mad. Just curious. “I’ll never make you tell me anything you don’t want to tell me,” you say. “But you are right, Callie. Sometimes it will feel like you’re losing something.” I reach for another tissue. Wet, wadded-up tissues keep piling up in my lap. “But Callie,” you say. “If we work hard, you’ll find something much better to take the place of whatever you give up. I promise.”
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