Jen latched the suitcase, and took one last long look around. Many times she had tried to leave, but something held her there. He promised he would return. I promised I would wait. Eight years was a long time. She hadn’t heard from Cody for a long time. She could wait no longer.
Cody trudged up the long path. Will she even be here? If she is, how can I ever make her understand all the things that prevented my return? He had nothing to show for the past eight years.
Jen opened the door.
She dropped her suitcase.
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