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Ethan came home at eight seventeen.

I knew the exact time because I had been sitting on the living room couch pretending not to wait for him, and the digital clock on the entertainment unit was directly in front of me when his key turned in the l

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Vanessa was already at our usual table when I arrived.

Of course she was. She had always been the punctual one.

She waved the moment she saw me, bright and familiar, and for half a second my body remembered an old version of my life. I almost smiled a

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Roman picked a place with terrible lighting and excellent coffee.

It was tucked between a bookstore and a wine shop downtown, quiet enough that nobody cared who we were and public enough that neither of us could use the room as an excuse to avoid the co