but had glossed over the specifics. It wasn’t until their next incarnation that she’d learned the horrible details. How he’d been confined to a single small room with no windows and no light. How his foster father had left him tied up in a chair for days at a time. How he’d run away at fifteen and had never gone back.
She understood why he felt he had to keep moving, but that didn’t change the outcome. That she had been left standing in front of an officiant, waiting to become Mrs. Jesse Sheppard, while he’d taken off for parts unknown.
“So you’re over him?” Gladys asked.
“Completely.”
Her aunt handed her the bag of Cheetos. Nancee ripped them open and grabbed a handful.
“Mostly,” she said before taking a bite.
Gladys reached for the vodka. “If you’re sure.”
“I am. Well...almost.”
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