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He nodded, embarrassed by his own kindness, and disappeared.
After dinner, Jordan helped me upstairs. I sat on the edge of the guest bed while she arranged pillows behind me with the seriousness of an engineer.
“You okay?” she asked.
“No.”
“Good. Honest answer.”
I looked around the room. Lavender sheets. Water glass. Books. Heating pad. Folded blanket. continue reading …
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