“If I’m not back in an hour, go on without me.”
Forty-five minutes and she was starting to get antsy. The hour mark quickly approaching, she felt her mouth water, and not in any way that was appetizing. Her stomach turned, her heart raced. Fifteen minutes remained, but it felt like a lifetime and not enough time.
Fifty-eight minutes and something told her he wouldn’t be returning, so she began to pack it all up and take what she could.
One hour. She left, as he had instructed her to do.
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