It was five in the morning, and the living room lights were still off.I sat on the couch with a blanket draped over my knees, never pulled up, never tucked in. From two o'clock until now, I'd shifted position seven times, counting the seconds off the wall clock.The lock clicked.Alan pushed the door open. When he saw me, he stopped for a beat."Why aren't you asleep?"I didn't answer. Instead, I asked, "Where were you?"He bent down to change out of his shoes, his voice carrying across half the living room, flat as if he were reporting on a case file. "Lyndis's ex-husband contacted her. She was scared he might show up at her door, so I went over to keep an eye on things.""Why didn't you call me?""You were asleep."I smiled, my mouth pulling a little sour at the corners. "I was up all night."He paused mid-motion, then kept walking in anyway.My eyes landed on the shoes he'd left by the entryway. I couldn't even make out their color on the soles anymore. From our door to
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