She ran out into traffic because she thought I knew.
That was all it took - the suspicion of me knowing the truth about what happened to her. She didn't even want to wait to make sure that I really did know.
She just ran.
She tried to leave me again all because she thought I knew.
"Is this better?" She asked while adjusting the camera on her side.
"Yeah." I smiled while she took a few paces back so I could see her better.
She looks tired. She looks really tired.
She spent her whole life working herself to the bone to make sure she would never need to go to a free clinic ever again. I had to argue with her about my medical insurance instead of hers paying for all the specialists we consulted and the huge operation that was allegedly a must for her to carry our baby to term.
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