She woke up crying three days running. Jack had asked her if anything was wrong, if there was anything she wanted to talk about. "PMS," she told him. "It'll pass." "Mel, have I done anything?" He wanted to know. "Of course not. Hormones. I swear." But she was starting to think that the brief reprieve she seemed to have experienced lately was now officially over and she was on her way back to the darkness of grief and longing. Back to the stark loneliness. Then
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