ElizabethPen texts me to say she’s on her way up. While the espresso fills one of the cups, I go over to the front door and open it to see her walking up the corridor. I smile. “Hey, you!”Nymph runs past me and dashes up to her, and she stops briefly to fuss her before following her up to the apartment. We exchange a kiss, and she comes in.She’s six years older and a couple of inches taller than me, but other than that we’re relatively alike, with the same light-brown hair, although hers is longer and wavier, and she often wears it up in a bun, like today.“The coffee’s nearly ready,” I tell her, going over to steam the milk. “How are you doing?”She dumps her purse on the breakfast bar and sits on one of the barstools. “Honestly?”I glance over at her. “Oh, what’s up?”She gives me a sad smile, and her bottom lip trembles. Only then do I see how pale she is, and the dark patches under her eyes, before she puts her face in her hands and bursts into tears.“Oh, no…” I run around the
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