Lauren POV The house was quiet when I walked in. Too quiet. No music. No raised voices. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint murmur of a television somewhere deeper in the house, somewhere like the lounge. I took off my heels, picked it up with my free hand and walked in. Andre was kneeling in front of Julia, her legs were stretchly places on his knee, his hands, those hands I once believed were mine were wrapped around her feet, his thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles into her soles, massaging it carefully like if he pressed harder, she would break. She leaned back comfortably, her head resting against the arm of the couch, her eyes half-closed in contentment and satisfaction. She laughed softly at something she saw on the TV, her laughter light, happy and fulfilled. Intimate. I stopped walking. Something in my chest tightened, sharp and sudden, like my lungs had forgotten how to work. But my face remained still. Calm. Composed. I didn’t gasp. I did
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