21 March 2042
Everyone was so happy to see me. Wouldn’t it be easy to just forget me and move on with their lives? But grabbing my hand when I am falling inside a dark well, isn’t that what John has always done for me? I can’t continue like this. It has taken so many years from my life. John is right. Max is dead. I haven’t been a mother to Sally as well as I should be.
I am sorry, Max. Forgive me.
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