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It’s been a year since he disappeared. Still, those blue-green eyes haunt my every waking moment. Rumors spread that he was kidnapped; some say he’s in hiding, and others thought him dead. Amidst the ruckus, his sisters refused to address the issue.
And me? I was guilt-stricken. Our last conversation happened over dinner where doubt and harsh words comprised the main course.
I had thought the schism too big for us to even meet halfway. Apparently I was wrong. For when I looked up, there he was, standing in front of my doorstep like he never left at all.