been here five minutes, the wine isn’t even poured for god’s sake, and they’ve already gotten to the dirty parts. 

 

Fuck.

 

She concentrates on keeping the wine key straight, but it veers off at a 45 degree angle, popping through the side of the cork. Bennett takes a deep breath, trying to control the shaking in her hands and the blurring of her vision. She tells herself she will not shut down. Not now.

 

 But she never intended to see Ben again, let alone have to face what she did to him. In twenty years, and so much loneliness, and countless hours given away to ease the suffering of others, she’s never been able to find the words to ease her own pain over the pain she knows that she caused Ben.

 

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