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k sedan, watching the familiar landscape of the city slide past the windo

his eyes filled with a desperate, cloying mixture of guilt

remy, honey, I' m starving," she whined, placing a hand on his arm. "Can we

said instantly, his hand coveri

. The ones I was allergic to. The ones he had watched

ack to the rearview mirror, wide with panic. "I mean-we c

I turned my head to stare out the window, th

nk bakery. "I' ll just be a minute,"

shifted. Joselin' s sweet-and-innocent façade dropped like a s

ce dripping with disdain. "Don' t thin

the passing traffic. My silence seemed to inf

ssive diamond, far larger than the one Jeremy had given me, glittered mockingly on

oalesced into a single, white-hot point of rage. My hand moved before I even thought about it

handprint blooming on her skin. Her eyes wi

ul-crushing sadness. This was my life now. Fighting with my own sister over a man who be

door to a tableau of frozen fury. Joselin had tears streaming down h

his eyes darting between us.

was worried

ng an accusing finger at me. "For no

but his concern was all for me. He tried to take my hand, but I snatc

nded Joselin her macaron box and one of the coff

id, a hopeful little smile on his face.

ted caramel. I had always ordered a simple black Amer

e had written me out of his memory as thoro

you, honey," she cooed, leaning over to kiss his

et out a small, bitter laug

-story colonial we had bought together, the one I had spent mon

y heart pounding a nervous rhythm against my ribs. I lifted my ha

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ic voice was anoth

e system must have reset while you were... away," he sta

sn' t fas

, her perfectly manicured thum

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ging inward to reveal the home that was once min

id, her voice dripping with f