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The coffee shop was a small, rustic place; the huge wooden tables and hum of an espresso machine in the background set the atmosphere. Soft chatter from other clients created warmness in the space. Yet, even in this cozy setting, tension sat between Noah and me, an almost invisible barrier that seemed to electrify the air. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I sat down across from him. In his eyes was some strange intensity that unnerved me—so unlike his usual confidence, his calculation."Noah," I began, my voice steady but cool, "what is it you want to talk about?"He leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly drumming on the table. "We need to discuss Seth."Hearing Seth's name on his lips was a kind of violation in and of itself, reminding me of the hugely complicated situation that the three of us shared. "What about Seth?" I tried to sound as neutral as possible.Noah's gaze speared me, but then I saw a flicker of something unreadable go through his eyes. "I ca
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The call from my parents had come early in the morning, a brusque and abrupt summons that brooked no argument."Come home tonight," my father said. "There's something important we need to discuss."There was a tone in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn't have the energy to argue. I needed to keep my focus on Seth's recovery, not whatever new drama my parents had dreamed up.By evening, I stood at the front door of my childhood home, with a weight of anxieties from that day weighing on my skin. The house looked the same as it had, yet there was something cold in it. I pushed open the door, and the smell of my mother's cooking hit me—familiar, yet filling me with dread."Christie, you're here," my mother called from the kitchen. Her voice was tight, flat-not welcoming."Yeah, I'm here," I returned, working on a smile as I entered the dining room. "What's so urgent?"My father was already seated at the head of the table, his expression light. "Sit down, Christie," he s
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