I struggle to get free from underneath my blankets and children. I haven’t heard from Edgar since our visit to the Beta camp, despite many calls and texts. “No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps into the living room. “Don’t get up – I don’t mean to disturb y
“I think she can help you two understand…whatever it is between you.”“What do you mean?” Victor says, frowning a little.“I’m not…honestly, I’m not even sure what I mean. Just…if you want to know more, go find her. She can help you. That’s all I can say.”Victor nods and places the folded scrap int
The tears start to slip down my cheeks and I see Victor’s face go rigid. Almost as if he can’t not, he takes a few steps forward and gently wipes my tears away with his thumb. “It’s okay,” he says, very softly. “He’ll be all right. You’ll be all right.”I nod, looking up at him, sniffing and trying
I struggle to get free from underneath my blankets and children. I haven’t heard from Edgar since our visit to the Beta camp, despite many calls and texts. “No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps into the living room. “Don’t get up – I don’t mean to disturb y
Victor nods and places the folded scrap into his pocket. “And Sir,” Edgar says, taking a deep breath. “I’d like to tender my resignation with the Beta force.” “What!?” The word leaves me with a great huff of air. Victor’s face likewise the picture of shock, though he says nothing. I look between t
“I’m fine, babies,” I say, kneeling down and opening my arms. They come forward and allow me to wrap them in a big hug, one I very much need. “Edgar let us know that he’s going away for a while. We’re going to miss him, aren’t we?” “Yeah,” Alvin says, laying his head on my shoulder. “I liked Edgar.
And then, there’s Edgar. As I stare at the wall in my closet, I allow myself, finally, to consider my feelings about my breakup. In the past few days I’ve done precisely what I advise my clients not to do: I’ve avoided the issue. I’ve ignored my thoughts of him, pressed down my feelings, stayed bus
I blink and shake my head, snapping myself out of it. “The last time we talked,” I say, “we discussed your family’s attempt to take over power from you. How is that progressing?” I’m surprised to hear that his answer is fairly light. “I’m actually feeling much better about that,” he says. “Really?