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... eathe, staring at the ceiling. Morning light was coming through the gap in his curtains – the cheap ones he’d never gotten around to replacing – cutting a pale stripe across the floor.
She was on her side, facing away, hair fanned out on the pillow he never used.
He didn’t move.
There was a version of this morning he’d imagined where he’d feel triumphant, like he’d won something. But lying there in the quiet, what he actually felt was closer to scared. Not of her. Of the ...
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