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“I know, I’m terrible,” Sonja said with an apologetic grimace. “Bringing paperwork home with me . . . But I didn’t want –” She looked at Kim with an embarrassed smile. “I didn’t want to come home so late.”

Kim didn’t know how to respond. Affection caught in her throat. Sonja was telling her with a flower that she’d missed her, that she yearned for her, that she wanted to be with her