murmur of voices from Ethan's study, followed by
arette after another, watching the g
n the kitchen, humming as she arranged flowers in a
about his birthday party next week. He's turning twenty-nine. We're t
irthday.
ed me that for his thirtieth birthday, I wou
ven sure I'd ge
led, pouring mysel
sharp suit. He went straight to Amelia,
ly met mine, c
t," I said, wan
id of emotion. "The lawyer will call you this after
for me to leave the country for colle
e not a child anymore," he warned, h
lked out together, their figures f
, the sky opened up, and
a storm. Ethan had driven all the way to my school, holding a large bla
g felt like the warmes
he umbrella fo
ater soak me to the bone. I walked without a de
. I pulled it out. It was a
ure. It was a photo of his hand intertwined wit
ers fel
n and, with a strange sense
atulat
heart I had left to give h
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