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The Killing of Me – Part 8

There are moments in life that a choice makes your life.

If I had the brain of a six year old I would forget fostering Owen, as if I had never thought of it.  I’d find Kelly, say something, anything,  to make him know I had changed my mind.

But  I didn’t.

I had said what I did and had gone to bed as Evie the Hero who was going to foster a little boy with or without Kelly!

That was the moment Eve Samuels killed herself.

That was the moment everything I could be, could have, ended.

I ended it.

I didn’t think it would be fostering Owen versus being with Kelly.  I thought I could have both.

I wound up with neither.

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