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Nila

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HE DIDN’T COME back.

Minute after minute.

Hour after hour.

Still he didn’t return.

I stared out the window, imploring him to appear.

I stroked my phone, willing a message to arrive.

I glanced at my door, begging him to enter.

But nothing.

Jethro was gone.

He’d committed to what had to be done.

And I feared I might never get him back.