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Chapter 40 — Something To Come Home To

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Anita pov

He cooked.

I had not expected that. I had half expected the morning after to calcify into something formal and awkward — that we would not know how to be in a room together with our clothes on and the lights up.

Instead I came to his flat on the fifth evening with three new sketches under my arm, and the smell of garlic and something braising met me at the door, and Kelvin was at the stove in a worn shirt with a tea towel over his shoulder, and he looked up at me like I had been comin
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