Everything had been arranged. Fitch would arrive at exactly nine—Cody was at school, our parents at the office. The living room would become an island, which was precisely what we needed: a conversation with no audience.I knew the word werewolf would keep surfacing in the air, like a verdict still under deliberation. My parents should never hear any of this—just as I shouldn’t be sitting here, waiting for an answer.According to the plan, we were supposed to keep our distance. He on the sofa, me in the armchair, the coffee table stretched between us like a hastily drawn boundary. It was necessary—whenever Fitch came too close, something inside me began to slip out of control. Now I understood why. And I wished I didn’t.The doorbell rang right on time. I counted to three before standing, as if delaying a few seconds might change something.The moment I opened the door, I froze.Fitch stood in the morning light like a crumpled sheet of paper. Dark shadows pooled beneath his eyes, brui
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