I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say.

"You miss me? But I'm right here."

"That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

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