Chapter Five
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“Of course it’s hard, Steph. I’m amazed you’ve been able to hang in through all of this. ’Course, you’re tough.”
“Right,” Stephanie said, staring into her skim mocha latté. She wondered how many skim mocha lattés she’d stared into, talking about relationships falling apart, while Michael sipped on his chai, listening to her vent.
“No, really, I can’t imagine having to go through what you’re going through. You’re holding up really well.”
“I have to,” she said, quietly. “Adam…Adam needs me to be strong.”
“Of course he does,” Michael said. “Of course he does. But you have needs too.”
Stephanie laughed, bitterly. “You know, it’d be easier if he could pull out of his despair. I don’t blame him, I really don’t; God knows he has every reason to despair. If his height would just stabilize…I don’t mind him being smaller. It’s the not knowing when it’s going to stop…or if it’s going to stop.” (more…)
