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at the counter with two mugs, steam curling between us.
For a second, I thought she’d made tea for me. That she’d waited.
Then she said, almost casually, “Ivy called. She’s moving back. She and the kids need a stable place.”
My keys clicked against the tile when I set them down.
“Okay,” I said slowly, waiting for the reasonable part. The part where we continue reading …
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