Rachel’s POVI sat in the car for a long moment after closing the door, hands gripping the steering wheel, the echo of his words still burning in my chest.Our five-year agreement will expire.A contract. That was all I’d ever been to him.I forced myself to inhale deeply, then again, until the air no longer caught painfully in my throat. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had cried enough for one day.When I caught my reflection in the rear-view mirror, my eyes were red-rimmed, lashes clumped together. My cheeks were blotchy, my hair a tangled mess. I barely looked like myself.“Pull it together,” I whispered. “Amber’s waiting.”I started the engine and adjusted the mirror. As I turned my head, something outside the passenger window caught my eye.A man stood by the curb, hunched beneath the flickering streetlight. His clothes were tattered, his shoulders bent, a scruffy beard shadowing most of his face. A small bag hung from his wrist, and when he tu
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