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I
glance
over
at
my
clock
.
It
’
s
ten
thirty
.
“
I
’
m
leaving
now
.
”
“
I
’
ll
see
you
out
.
”
I
still
can
’
t
look
at
him
.
Taking
my
hand
,
he
leads
me
to
the
front
door
.
Fortunately
,
Kate
is
still
not
home
.
She
must
still
be
having
dinner
with
her
folks
and
Ethan
.
I
’
m
really
glad
she
’
s
not
been
around
to
hear
my
chastisement
.
“
Don
’
t
you
have
to
call
Taylor
?
”
I
ask
,
avoiding
eye
contact
.
“
Taylor
’
s
been
here
since
nine
.
Look
at
me
,
”
he
breathes
.
I
struggle
to
meet
his
eyes
,
but
when
I
do
,
he
’
s
gazing
down
at
me
with
wonder
.
“
You
didn
’
t
cry
,
”
he
murmurs
,
then
grabs
me
suddenly
and
kisses
me
fervently
.
“
Sunday
,
”
he
whispers
against
my
lips
,
and
it
’
s
both
a
promise
and
a
threat
.
I
watch
him
walk
down
the
path
and
climb
into
the
big
black
Audi
.
He
doesn
’
t
look
back
.
I
close
the
door
and
stand
helpless
in
the
living
room
of
an
apartment
that
I
shall
only
spend
another
two
nights
in
.
A
place
I
have
lived
happily
for
almost
four
years
…
yet
today
,
for
the
first
time
ever
,
I
feel
lonely
and
uncomfortable
here
,
unhappy
with
my
own
company
.
Have
I
strayed
so
far
from
who
I
am
?
I
know
that
lurking
,
not
very
far
under
my
rather
numb
exterior
,
is
a
well
of
tears
.
What
am
I
doing
?
The
irony
is
I
can
’
t
even
sit
down
and
enjoy
a
good
cry
.
I
’
ll
have
to
stand
.
I
know
it
’
s
late
,
but
I
decide
to
call
my
mom
.
