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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 88 of 307 was seeing a Department of Veterans Affairs therapist for Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Our generation had one thing that most generations don't have: an excuse for almost anything. I already hated this guy. "So, you really don't know who she's hiding from?" I said, playing armchair Sherlock for Steve. "Did she press charges?" "Do they ever?" "Did she at least get a divorce." I asked. He handed me copies of the divorce papers. Her name was Sariah Cox. At least it was when she got the divorce. "He must have been mad as hell." "His therapist committed him for something that he said during a session. He spent six months in lock down. That was long enough for her to get away." "Well, good for her. She has every reason in the world to hide. What a jerk." "Listen, we're not finding her for him. He's moved on. This all happened a couple years ago." Hmm... I thought about the pain I felt when Julia said "Hi, Nee" to me just the other day and I wondered exactly how "moved on" this guy could possibly be. |