For the next four hours I watched episodes of House Hunters in the living room. I wanted something to take my mind off of things. Something that would keep me from obsessing over my job and what that meant about my future with Jacob.It was seven-thirty by the time my father, mother and Tommy all got home from dinner. I'd seen more houses on TV than I'd ever even been inside in real life.“Hey, Sweets,” my mom said, kissing the top of my head as she came in.“Hey, Mom,” I replied.“You thinking of buying a house in Boca Raton?” she said, stopping behind me and noting the setting of the episode I was watching.I faked a laugh, but otherwise ignored her comment. “Did you guys see a movie today?” I asked.“Yeah, your brother and I saw that new sci-fi one,” she said, her attention more on the show than answering the question. “The one with the robots.”“How was it?” I asked, not really caring what the answer was but making conversation anyway.“It was a little much for my taste, but ask y
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