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It had been twenty years- twenty years! How could anyone remember back that far?
After all, Rachel Berry's job was not to recollect, it was to move forward. She was in the city of dreams after all- right in the middle of it. completely happy. Mostly.
Of course, she didn't feel that way now, but no one exactly loves the world when it's three o'clock in the morning and they have a gigantic bruise on their forehead.
Rachel wasn't actually sure what was the big deal about the letter that was lying face-up on her bed, but whatever it was, she refused to look at it. After all, class reunions weren't all bad were they? She hadn't talked to Kurt or Mercedes or Quinn in forever. Oh, and that other man, what was his name? Fabio, Figaro? Flynn? Oh, that's right- his name was Finn! She'd forgotten his name...funny.
C'mon, it wasn't her fault that they'd divorced, it just wasn't meant to be. After all she'd met Daryl, right?
Rachel's eyes flew open wide and immediately ran to the bathroom. She clutched the sink willing herself not to be sick or have a nervous breakdown or whatever.
It had been two years since Rachel Berry's husband had died, and she still lived in the apartment they'd shared. Space was very uncommon in New York. And space was what Rachel Berry needed.
So, against her better judgment, she picked up the phone.
"Dads? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm coming home."