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to someone else.
Kyle looked stricken from across the table. He had not known. I could see it in his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came.
That hurt too.
The drive home was silent for ten minutes. Rain tapped against the windshield. Pittsburgh blurred outside the windows.
Then Melissa said, “We’re done.”
I did not answer.
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