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Elias noticed that I had stopped asking for his opinion on everything. An email came from work. A position had opened up at the New York headquarters and they wanted to know if I was interested. I filled out the application and hit send before I even remembered I hadn’t told him. When Sarah’s wedding invitation arrived, addressed to Chloe Vance and guest, I RSVPd for one and wrote a separate check for their gift. Even the minor surgery, the one that required a hospital stay, I handled myself. I found a specialist, dealt with the insurance pre-approval, and scheduled the
“You’re thirty-two. Make your own decisions,” Elias kept telling me—until I finally did. I applied for a New York transfer, RSVP’d to my best friend’s...
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