mal, a hollow shell moving through a

?" I asked, my voice careful

rised, a coffee

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harming smile that used

st looked

issed my forehead

reassuring, but his eye

kept coming, s

living room when Liam' s phone,

ng to pry, but the notifi

e from "

finally over. Do yo

od ran

n, saw me looking at his

oss his face, raw

, grabbing his phone and keys.

door before I c

on a Saturday aft

here he

rt pounding a sick rhythm aga

scale cafe downtown, a

the street, hi

n outdoor table, looki

s expression earnest, hers s

n envelope across the

money for our house d

iving it

something, maybe about me

d in, touched his arm, and kis

losed his eyes, and for a mo

nodded, a small, triumphan

ok I couldn't decipher, a mix of guilt and something

never been clearer. He