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cancer, stage three. You have misse
n my ears drowned it out entirely. I just kept thinking that
pital corridor for a long time before finally pulling out my phone. I didn't dial Courtney's number-in three y
finally picked up, his tone as dismissive and alo
curling into a tight fist. "I have someth
evino i
please. Just let h
he first time I had ever
man's voice drifted through the receiver. "Courtney,
ok
into my very bones. But that gentleness? I
ic
up without
y next
om
, a third... Cascades of fire lit up the ink-blue night, paintin
B
r Ro
ey, the ruthless captain of the Boston franchise, was clad in a dark, tailored overcoat. With one arm, he shiel
ertainment!" the anchor gushed. "The lucky lady is Blair Romero, right? The Ivy League-educated pioneer in sports
er like this. Put me in his ska
d back, staring
atively asked him if there would be fireworks at the harbor fo
ked up from his pl
weren't childish. I ju
d fluttered to the hospital floor. People walking past stepped on
nd down to
front door of th
one in the pitch-black living room. On the dining table in front of me
ogether in a slight frown, acting as if he h
you sti
his arm. On the collar of his crisp dress shirt was a faint
, I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen, my lips pressed into a tigh
t did the
ng legs already carrying him
ecked out. He promised five times, and he broke that promise five times. It was always
was Blair'
my eyes. "Why did y
, walked back down, and leaned over, caging m
de of my neck, his voice dropping into a hu
eir? Every month on these days, I come back on schedule
ng to his clothes. It hit me like a slapshot straight to
e ye
ild, so he returned home a few days a month, executing it like a contra
a b
t crumpled piece of paper at
to have a child. N
ight from the arms of another woma
ars. I had swallowed the pain an
t, I suddenly didn't wa
n the dim light, I looked up at him.
ack from Blair's side, and
fraid she'll
vements stopp
in silence for a few long seconds. The temperature in his dark eyes plummeted to abs
us of
e, the one kept in the shadows, the one who ca
ose to be Mrs. Trevino. Since you made your ch
heart. The central AC was set to a warm seventy-eight degrees, but
y, a faint smile b
urt
get a d
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