~ Amara ~I did not leave the apartment right away. I stood in the small kitchen and watched Gideon. He stayed at the sink, rubbing his palms together under a stream of cold water. He used a thick layer of soap, but he did not seem to notice the bubbles. He looked like he was trying to wash away a stain that went deeper than the skin. The apartment usually smelled like the bakery on the corner, full of yeast and sugar. Today, that smell was gone. It was replaced by something heavy and floral. It was the scent of white lilies. It was Chloe Vance’s perfume. It hung in the air like a physical weight, pressing against my lungs. I walked to the chair near the pine table and picked up Gideon’s dark wool sweater. I held the sleeve to my nose. The scent was stronger there. It was sweet and sharp. It was the smell of a world I thought we had left behind."The water is cold, Gideon," I said. My voice was a flat line. It did not shake.He stopped scrubbing but did not turn around. "I know.""Why
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