Dennis’s povI smirked, poking at the bread basket. “Something about Monroe being an idiot, probably.”“Close enough,” he muttered, but he was smiling.The food came, pasta for me, steak for him and we ate in that silent ease that had settled around us. Not awkward. Not strained. Just… there.Halfway through, he reached over with his fork and stole a bite off my plate. I swiped at his hand but he just smiled back at me like a toddler caught stealing cookies. “Yours tastes better,” he shrugged.“You have a whole steak sitting there,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.“Still. Yours is better.”We were enjoying ourselves and I told myself that nothing could steal the joy of this moment as my phone buzzed.I didn’t think much of it. Just reached into my pocket, thumb brushing the screen like usual. But when I saw the name, my heart dropped.Lydia.Everything inside me turned cold. My breath got shallow, my fork clattered against my plate. I couldn’t breathe for a second. Couldn’t think. Jus
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