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That was the last I heard from her.
Until twelve years later.
Then she smiled and said, “You’re going to be okay. I promise. You helped me once, and I’ve never forgotten.”
I froze. “Amy?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Yeah. It’s me.”
I couldn’t breathe. She pulled up a chair and sat beside me like no time had passed.
“We moved in the middle of the night,” she said. “My mom got a job in another state. No time to say goodbye.”
“I waited,” I whispered. “I kept asking about you.”
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