MATTEO Back in the bedroom he walked to the closet and pulled out some clothes—a soft gray shirt and dark pants. He set them on the bed. “Wear these.” My eyes moved from the clothes to him, and back to them, as I kept on drying off every inch without a word. When I was done, I just put them on. The shirt fit well, and he looked me over and nodded once. “You look perfect.” A sarcastic retort was sitting right on the tip of my lips, but I held back. He would only threaten me again. I didn't want to that. The day had started wonderfully, and I saw no harm in letting it continue. What was the use of having a horrible day because you can't keep shut? Absolutely no reason. I sat on the edge of the bed and just watched him keenly while he dressed himself up—shirt, pants, watch. He was moving through the choices that he had with the same calm he always had. Soon, he was all set. When he picked up his cell phone and began to walk toward the door, I stayed where I was, sitti
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