“I can’t do this anymore.”
She let her chest rise and fall once more, before neatly pushing her chair from the table, standing up, and shadowing over me.
“What, you’re just going to throw in the towel that easy?”
She had hinted at it before, but I had never listened.
Within a momentary train of thought, she was gone.
Following the gut-wrenching silence of her absence, I heard a familiar voice.
“Dude, we’re fucked. she was the only one who could count cards.”