I turned and started down the hall, my footsteps heavy. A few doors
down, I paused and looked over my shoulder. He was still standing
there, watching me. Watching me walk away from him. "Keep me
posted, okay? On how she's doing."
"I promise."
So there it was. Goodbye. I was going to be strong. I was not going
to pine and whine and wish. I was going to be good. For me, for Josh,
and for Ivy. That was my promise to myself.
