PEACEEvie's POV✦He came on a Thursday evening. I had not been expecting him — or rather, I had not been expecting him at this particular moment, though somewhere in the back of my mind I had known, across the preceding weeks of everything that had changed, that there would come a moment when this conversation happened. Greg Miller had been peripheral to my awareness for long enough that his presence felt familiar and his absence, of late, had felt like something waiting to be addressed.He knocked. I opened the door. He stood in the hallway with an expression I had not seen on him before — not the expression he wore in professional settings, which was controlled and slightly guarded, nor the expression he occasionally allowed in more private moments, which had always contained an edge I had never been entirely comfortable with. This expression was different. It was open in a way that suggested he had made a decision before arriving and had arrived with that decision fully committed
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