CLAIRE

Ethan apologized twenty-three times in three days.

Not that I counted on purpose. My phone did it for me: texts, missed calls, voicemails.

An email with the subject line **Please read this before you decide anything** even though I had already decided.

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CLAIRE

Ethan was home when the movers arrived.

I had hoped he wouldn't be, not because I was afraid of him, but because I was tired of every practical step turning into an emotional event.

The truck had barely stopped in front of the house when the front door opened. Etha

CLAIRE

Roman was seven minutes late for our first date.

I enjoyed that more than I should have. When he walked into the restaurant, I checked my phone dramatically.

"Roman Pierce. Late."

He pulled out the chair across from me. "Traffic."

"Excuses already. This