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at me.

“I will be fine,” I said.

“I will call you on Wednesday,” she said, shutting the door.

I watched her walk down the driveway to where she had parked her own car earlier. Her taillights disappeared behind the bend of the pines, leaving the driveway empty.

I walked into the cabin and did not turn on the lamps. The kitchen was cold,continue reading …