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CHAPTER THREE At last, they surrender. The quiet between us had taken on a life of its own. The night in the rain, the evening Lena kissed me, the night my best friend tasted like warmth and pity the night everything went crazy was a week later. A week of half-written apologies, ignored messages, and lengthy, painful pauses during which I questioned whether I had dreamed everything. She was missed. Not in the intimate, informal manner of a buddy. But in a deep, throbbing hunger that rendered sleep seem futile. When she did text at last: Come on over. We must speak.In less than fifteen minutes, my pulse was racing, my palms were warm, and I felt as though I was entering an irrevocable situation when I arrived at her apartment door. And I was—because, despite my fear, I secretly desired whatever was beyond. Before I could knock, the door opened. Lena remained still. sloppy dark hair. Her eyes were puffy, as if she hadn't slept. As if she had shed tears.She said, "W