ALICE A little while later, we left the hospital and headed toward the parking lot, with Julius carrying my bag. I reached for it automatically.“I can carry that.”“I know.” The answer came without hesitation. “But you don’t have to.”My hand fell back to my side. For some reason, those words lingered with me.When we reached the car, he opened the passenger door before I could. I shook my head, smiling to myself, and climbed in. I had barely settled into the seat when he leaned across and drew the seatbelt over me.“I can do that too,” I said, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice.“I know.”The buckle clicked into place. There was something almost ridiculous about it. Two weeks ago, I would have argued. Today, I found that I didn't particularly want to.Julius stepped back, closed the door, and walked around to the driver's side. A few moments later, the engine started, and we pulled away from the hospital.The city rolled by outside the window as the sun gradually settled
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