I slipped out of my parents’ house at five in the morning, leaving only a note on the kitchen counter. Mom and Dad were still asleep; they’d stayed up until two, interrogating me about my visit to the hospital, their worried faces etched with questions I couldn’t yet answer.
After pulling on a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses, I hailed a cab to Chloe’s apartment. When she opened the door, the dark circles etched under her eyes were proof
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