~~Oriana~~The morning after the study incident – because that was what it was going to be called in my head, the study incident – came with the specific kind of awkwardness that follows a moment two people chose not to talk about.Nothing had happened.That was still true.But nothing had happened in a way that felt very loud about itself and I was finding it increasingly difficult to pretend otherwise.I came downstairs, sat at the table, poured my tea.Ciro looked up when I walked in, that same brief assessment moving across his face before he looked back down at his papers.“You stayed in the study late,” he said.“The book was good,” I said.He made that sound. That low mm that managed to communicate an entire opinion without using actual words.“Stop doing that,” I said.“Doing what?”“Acting like you know something.”“Don’t I,” he said simply.I picked up my tea and looked out the window and decided that was not a sentence worth responding to because anything I said back would
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