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rgical. Wounding. And the worst part? It tempted me. Andrew had walked me back to the su

elevator ride. My though

door, h

Jane." His voice was soft, a thread

where to

sagged against it, as if the room itself might collapse under the weight I carrie

and too bright, washing over me like an interrogation. I r

it sloshed over the rim. I took a deep gulp, then another. My lips were al

ache in my chest. It only

hell wa

illow. Maybe I cried. Maybe I just laid there b

ut my mind was drowning-dragged unde

e lies. Th

red like sin in a dark boo

cross the room. My vision blurred, cleared, blurr

brac

t damned

I saw it. I felt it. A small, twisted remi

oman Nathan had touched

inning sideways in a lazy spiral. I la

se I wa

t that-the way he touched her

would be the end. The end of the

wrong. So

for balance. When I picked the bracelet up, it was ic

The pattern. The clasp. It tugged at Something about the bracelet tugge

e, full-force, like a bad a

een it

I worn i

foggy mind, refusing to let go.

ump

the half-empty wine glass, the vi

li

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lt like I was dreaming again-like the alcohol had conjure

ub. But the line cut. When I called back, it r

was blinking

creen. My heart stuttered. W

ed her

tive, breathy, like a child

" A long silence stretched between us.

of ease I hadn't known in weeks. Café Brago sat nestled in the corner, with jasmine hanging from the tr

blouse. Pale denim. Sunglasses perched atop a chestnu

ike it didn't quite belong on her face. "Jane," she breathed. I didn't speak at first. I just stared. Four ye

to remember that I had family. That something once broken might not be shattered. W

.." she tr

led faintly. "Stronger." "Y

that sounds like a

were back," I said. "I t

Barcelona. But I came

inked. "You didn

did. A thousand time

'm sorry about your marriage," she said af

up to hers. "Y

you don't want t

came home early from a trip and c

The straw in her d

he said, softer n

it was?" I shook my head. "She ran. Al

the tiniest bit. I reached i

somehow, like betrayal had

ed her face for any

was a long b

er voice just above a

t it," I muttered, slipp

w things fell apart between us after Dad's funeral. It was strange.

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spered. "In the house. T