t – Michael for his st

s, felt like scenes from a horror film wh

the house, a ghos

avoided it. Now, I

m was a

me, h

Sophi

res. Sophia at industry parties, always near Michael. Sophia in candid shots,

n our marriage, I'd asked him to take some artisti

d he was too

for Sophia.

laxy for her, each

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he unfairness of it

r, built on my stolen

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d to escape the suffocatin

id

espair. My best friend from UCLA film sch

told me David was too busy with his new tech venture i

made, years ago, when we we

the phone, go to The Last Bookstore downtown. Find the oldest copy of

dramatic then, a li

as my onl

bookstore. The smell of old paper and f

attered, cloth-bound edition of Fitzgerald

I slipped a small, fold

ten just three wo

ck, a silent plea se

t, to Sili