She woke up alone, which was the same as every other morning, except that she lay there for an extra few minutes aware of it in a way she hadn't been before.Nothing had happened. Not in the way of things happening — they'd sat on the window seat until the rain stopped, talking and not talking in equal measure, and then it had been late and she'd gone to bed and he'd gone to his and that was the shape of it. But something had shifted in the permanent way, the way that didn't shift back, and she lay in the ceiling-is-still-strange dark and took stock of herself the way she did when she'd made a decision she needed to understand before she acted on it.She'd told him she knew. He'd told her what he'd been carrying. They'd held hands on the window seat in the rain.She was not sure any of those things had a category that fit cleanly into the arrangement they'd agreed to. She was also not sure she minded that they didn't.She got up at six thirty. Made coffee. Stood at the window.At seve
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