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Vanessa was already at our usual table when I arrived.

Of course she was. She had always been the punctual one.

She waved the moment she saw me, bright and familiar, and for half a second my body remembered an old version of my life. I almost smiled a

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Roman picked a place with terrible lighting and excellent coffee.

It was tucked between a bookstore and a wine shop downtown, quiet enough that nobody cared who we were and public enough that neither of us could use the room as an excuse to avoid the co

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"Where were you?"

Ethan didn't stand when he asked. He sat in the dark living room with one lamp on beside him, his elbows resting on his knees, looking less like my husband and more like a man waiting to question someone who had disappointed him.

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