His Regret, Her Revolution
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was the most normal
with us?
edroom. You can move your t
d as a home office. It barely fit a
that' s ou
uest. Don' t make th
nt little smile. I felt nothing. Just a deep, pr
odded.
clothes out of the closet, folding them into neat piles. I co
m and tossed his cre
thing nice tomorrow. Somethi
He thought money would fix it.
listening to the sounds from my own bedroom. Laughter. C
of Carter' s button-down shirts. Nothing else
ter, who was on the co
o quiet, Carter? It'
voice muffled as he kissed her neck.
n. "You know, I' m almost jealous. Amy got to have you all to herself f
ry morning," he promised, hi
the off
couldn' t get out of bed for three days. I had asked for a glass of water,
ction, a service, a thing he performe
was n
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