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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.

I se

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Roman read my message twice before looking up. "You're sure?"

I gave him a flat look. We were sitting in his car in the parking lot behind the coffee shop where we'd met earlier that week. I had asked him to meet me after my lawyer appointment, and for once