Back at the house, I started packing.I came across the first roses Stefan had ever given me. I'd dried them and kept them all this time.Now they crumbled to dust at the slightest touch.Then there were the matching mugs we'd made together, with the little symbol he'd carved into the bottoms just for us.The symbol had faded too.And a neat stack of train tickets.I remembered how, every time I was away on a long business trip, Stefan would take an overnight train on the weekend to come see me.All because I'd texted, "I miss you."When the project ended, I had to stay home to recover. I'd worked myself sick.If I missed a call or didn't answer a text, he'd get up and rush home, even in the middle of a meeting, just to make sure nothing had happened to me.Just then, my phone lit up with a text from Stefan. "Sorry, Nina. Caroline has a fever and a headache, so I have to take her to the hospital. I probably won't make it home tonight. Don't wait up. Get some sleep."I tore every one of
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