From our apartment to Kayla's lakeside neighborhood and back was about forty minutes.But Noah left at eleven and didn't get home until two in the morning.For those three hours, my mind ran through scene after scene like a movie reel.Kayla was always getting a sudden urge to visit some shop, some stretch of beach, or some waterfront food-truck row.Did Noah frown as usual, pretend he didn't want to go, and drive her there anyway?Sure enough, he came home complaining."She insisted I take her to Old Harbor for grilled wraps. When I refused, she threatened to call you and complain."He sat on the edge of the bed, touched my hand, and frowned in surprise."Why are you freezing?"He got up, turned the heat up, and tucked the blanket in around me.I buried my face in the pillow and pretended to be asleep.I'd turned the heat down on purpose.I didn't want him to know my hands and feet had been cold all night.Noah washed up for bed and lay down soon after.Before long, his breathing was
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