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.