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I turned toward her, putting my back to the Stop sign. “What do you mean?”

“You were supposed to go to Smith’s house for dinner tonight, so what excuse did you give him?”

Dinner.

Tonight.

Smith.

Fuck.

“You didn’t cancel with him, did you?”

“It started thundering and …” I was sure my expression said everything that I didn’t. I stared at the ground, wondering what he was thinking and what I would say to him. And then I slowly glanced up. “He was cooking for me.”

“You have to fix this.”

“I know,” I whispered, but I was almost positive no sound had come out at all.

Twenty-Nine

Dylan

Two Years and Three Months Ago

Alix had refused to call into work, so we didn’t go to Maine over the long weekend.

Because she’d been off for twelve hours, which was how long she spent in the guest room, and then she’d worked for two days straight, I had gone almost three days without hearing her voice.

But we texted nonstop.

And I could tell she was trying to respond to my messages as fast as she could.

She’d
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