he said. “This is a misunderstanding.”
“No, Nolan. It’s a bill.”
“You’re making my mother look bad.”
“She did that by inviting thirty-two people to celebrate my divorce.”
He went quiet. For a second, I remembered the man he used to be. The one who slept on the floor beside me when I had the flu because he said the bed felt too far away. The one who delivered
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