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n's P

ing like I hadn

ul - just empty. It was the same guest room I'd been in for

long time, blink

been scooped out. But it wasn't just my body that

moved like someone underw

room and stared at m

n't hurt - but because I was afr

e skin. Hollow eyes. My lips were

the mirror, "You were pregna

adn't. Because maybe if I kept saying it,

-

en and made breakfa

ed eggs. A bow

e table

bi

foolis

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ing on the phone. His v

the kitchen, stuffing his phone int

he gave a smal

looked

of toast, took a bite, and casu

ds in my lap. My appetite

t ask abou

't even

wanted to talk abo

rembled slightly. "I told y

here was no emotion in his face. "I was

I said softly.

tone sharpened like a knife hidden in sil

hard. "I los

t was a bunch of cells. A mistake

aid that. I never agreed

's not my f

finished a nice meal. Not like h

he's helping me with a presentati

"Yeah. I promised her.

t abo

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elyn. You're always trying to make me f

find words. He grabbed his ke

pau

...

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the kitc

gh it was

e already-clean dishes. Scrubbe

emon cleaner f

, staring into the steel basin, wonderin

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lding a pillow tight to my chest. Th

s were lou

meeti

he gets his attentio

last time he looked at me

-

e home

ed through the door. "No, no, you'

name

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itchen, trying to focus. Just

from my sad, cold dinn

hand

rp, loud crack that echoed in the silen

d at th

didn

didn't

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taring at the

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. I think