TAMSIN The morning sun filtered through the dining room windows, painting everything in soft gold. Poppy sat across from me, buttering her toast with theatrical concentration, while Hannah picked at a bowl of fresh fruit beside me. "He brought me flowers," Poppy was saying, her eyes bright with the particular glow of a woman in the early stages of falling in love. "To my desk. At work. My horrible manager actually smiled. The world is ending, clearly." Hannah laughed, leaning forward. "What does he do?" "Real estate. He is doing remarkably well too. Smart, handsome, kind." She paused, lowering her voice as though sharing a great secret. "I keep waiting for the catch. Some terrible flaw I have not yet discovered." "Do not jinx it," I said, and meant it. "You deserve someone wonderful, Poppy. After everything." For a few minutes, the conversation flowed easily, the way it used to before my life became complicated. Hannah's laughter had grown stronger over the past few days
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