Chapter 11
Half a year earlier, after leaving New York, I had chosen London in the end.
The news industry there was thriving, and there were so many journalists I had admired
for years.
At first, I barely slept.
Night after night, I woke from nightmares drenched in sweat.
In every dream, Adrian’s face was cold and distant.
In every dream, I saw the mangled remains of the baby we had lost.
The only way I could survive it was by burying myself in work and study.
If I kept moving, I didn’t have to think.
If I kept learning, I didn’t have to feel.
Time really was medicine.
Slowly, the nightmares came less often.
Then one night, I slept all the way through.
By the end, whole stretches of time passed without me thinking of New York at all.
Once a month, I still went to the cemetery to see the child who had never gotten the
chance to be born.
One day, after another visit, I ran into Julian by accident on the road back.
That was when I learned the boy I had sponsored years ago had grown up.
Not only that he had built a career and a company of his own.
When he found out what I had been through, he was furious enough to book a flight
back on the spot and beat the hell out of the man responsible.
I stopped him.
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After that, he kept showing up.
Sometimes with a new dish he wanted me to try.
Sometimes with a story he thought would make me laugh.
I knew he liked me.
But ten years of love was not something I could put down overnight.
So I pretended not to notice.
Everything changed during a terrorist attack.
When the gunfire started, Julian stepped in front of me without hesitation.
Later, he deliberately drew the attackers away from me even though it meant risking
his life.
I watched him get pushed into surgery covered in blood.
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