I knew who Virgil was. I knew we had once been engaged.But I also knew we were not close.I asked why he had saved me. He did not answer. He only looked at me for a long time, with something in his eyes that I could not read.Just when I thought he would not speak at all, he finally did. Instead of answering, he asked, "Do you want lavender pastries?"Before my mother died, they had been her specialty. After she was gone, I never ate them again.I hesitated, then nodded.He made the pastries himself. When I tasted them, they were exactly like my mother's.I cried as I ate.Virgil wiped away my tears and said, "As long as you cooperate with treatment, there will be more where that came from."I looked at him, confused. I did not understand what he was trying to do.In the end, I nodded.Going back into treatment was brutal. It felt as if someone had broken me apart and put me back together the wrong way. Many times, I wanted to give up.Whenever that happened, Virgil would
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