I found her slumped in the shower, lukewarm water cascading over her, the bottle of wine in her hand slowly becoming cordial.
I knew why she was there, as soon as I had heard what had happened to her business. This wasn't the reaction I'd expected, but then I wasn't sure what I did expect to find. I knew how much it had meant to, almost as much as she meant to me.
I wanted to pick her up, dry her off, help her. Instead I just swapped out her wine for a new bottle. Because I was still me.
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