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enough? Who’s to say I won’t end up feeling exactly the way I do right
now—not safe, but stifled? Maybe I’ll want to run again, and again, and
eventually I’ll end up back by those old tracks, because there’s nowhere
left to go. Maybe. Maybe not. You have to take the risk, don’t you?
I go downstairs to say good-bye as he’s heading off to work. He slips
his arms around my waist and kisses the top of my head.
“Love you, Megs,” he murmurs, and I feel horrible then, like the
worst person in the world. I can’t wait for him to shut the door because I
know I’m going to cry.