THE HALLWAYPOV: HazelHe was home in fifteen.I heard the car and then the door and then his footsteps on the stairs, not the careful quiet he usually moved with through this house, faster, and I was already standing when he knocked.I opened the door.He looked at me the way he had looked at me the night of the bench, like he was checking something, making sure I was intact, and then he came inside and I closed the door behind him and we stood in the middle of my room and the space between us was different from every other time we had been in this room.Not the careful tension of before. Not the warmth of two nights ago. Something more urgent than both."Tell me what Vera said," he said."Tell me what Scott said first," I said.He looked at me for a moment. Then he reached into his jacket and held out a photograph.I took it.It was me. On the bench. Alone, before he had come out, the garden gate visible at the edge of the frame and the long careful distance of a lens that had been
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