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a member of my family had committed suicide. I swore then that even
if I were to be ripped limb from limb, I’d never take that way out, but
this was one time I actually thought about it. I’m not ashamed—I think
it is part of being human. As it turned out, Nile Creek was a more
satisfactory choice.
My departure from Vancouver in 2001 was quick and absolute. No
goodbyes. No forwarding address. When something is over for me, it’s
over for good, and the sense of betrayal and hurt that overwhelmed me
ensured that I’d never go back to Karen even if the chance were there.
But I needed to heal. When Gruber suggested I return to Nile Creek,
some small glimmer of hope was sparked.
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