My friend is gone, Gordon thought to himself, every day. He knew Elisabeth didn’t do things halfway. If she was going to make a decision to do something, she followed through with it. Like her trip to New Jersey, the one she never came back from. But she always used him as a sounding board, and she always called him as soon as she got back from wherever she went, even if it was just to the gym, or if it was off on one of her little excursions to spend a weekend with a strange man in a strange city.

Gordon was jealous, unbelievably jealous on some days, not because he was in love with Elisabeth but because he loved Elisabeth. He was her confidant. She would tell him everything and he would deal with it. And she would cry. Or she would laugh. And she would say somet...

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