Nicole pov "This, you’re telling me when it's difficult, instead of just""Yes," he says, simply."Why?"He paused for some time then continued. "Because you deserve to know what's happening," he says. "You always did, I just didn't think about what you deserved. That was the problem."The heat moves through me. I breathe, saying nothing, because there’s nothing left to say.Then, my phone buzzes on the shelf.Outside. I have it. Marlon."That's Marlon," I say.From the hallway, I hear him shift again. "I'll wait here," he says.I get up and go to the door, open it with the chain on.Marlon is in the corridor, holding a pharmacy bag. He looks worried but controlled. His eyes flick over me, then past my shoulder, then back."Hey," he says, keeping his voice even. "I have it.""Thank you," I say, reaching through the gap.He doesn't let go of the bag immediately. "Nicole," he says softly. "Let me come in.""I'm fine.""You're not fine, and he" His eyes flick past me again, his jaw tigh
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