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I swallow hard. She didn’t walk away—even when she should have—and I guess I’m not sure yet if she’ll really walk away this time.

She sits up and grimaces, arching her back as she stretches. “I’d rather not talk about him tonight. If that’s okay?”

“Sorry.” The last of the sun disappears in the distance. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“I don’t want to go home,” she says