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tion. The ride home was a blur. When I pushed open the door

. My sofa. And in her hands, carefully cradled, was the ceramic mug I' d painstakingly painted

her cheek, a faint trail of whipped cream on her c

te from her face with his thumb. Their heads were clos

n, the soft thump echoi

nst the opposite wall. It shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering c

rson like a terrified child. Her eyes

was that for?" he demanded, his voice laced wit

, shielding Fannie with his body. "She hasn't eaten all day.

broken pieces. "And for this? A st

sorry, Clare. I didn't know it was... special. I just saw it and

ow," she whimpered, and then she was out the door, disappearing into the hea

ou happy now?" he spat, his voice low and dangerous. "She' s allergic

ling in my hands, or the way my chest was suddenly tight with a familiar, suffoca

containing the last remnants of the hot chocolate. I picked it up, ign

ng service. They' d

nce of the apartment heavy around me,