The Breakup
And what I Escaped
By Kristen KnutsonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

The breakup was painful, but inevitable given Chris’s increasingly volatile moods. Weeks later, his best friend stopped by my office, one block from the condo I once shared with Chris. “He’s gone silent, I’m worried,” Matt said.
"Me too, it's been several days," I whispered sadly. Taking my old key, Matt left to check on him.
Moments later, sirens screamed past my office, then stopped short. "Matt," flashed my cell's caller ID, then again and again as I wept silently, postponing hearing what I already knew.


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Heart-rending!