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... what, I wasn’t sure. For his footsteps to return. For the sound of his voice telling me he’d made a mistake leaving.
Nothing.
Just the night air and silence. Just my own heartbeat, annoyingly persistent, reminding me that I was very much alive and very much alone.
I should have locked the terrace door. I knew I should have locked it. But my feet wouldn’t move, and my brain wouldn’t cooperate, and somewhere between he’s gone and get it together, I stopped caring about sel ...
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