Years Gone By
“How long? Two years? I see. No. Not right now, I… I have to go.”
Connor moved to hang up the telephone, but missed the cradle, dropping the receiver to the floor. Abby watched as his face paled beneath his Cretaceous tan, turning his skin a sickly green. Something was terribly wrong. They’d hardly been back home twenty-four hours, and
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I can so sympathise with Connor... I was also too late to say goodbye.
Anyway,... bittersweet, heartwrenching and just beautifully written from the heart as you always do. *hugs*
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