That night, Jules dreamed of Max. She dreamed of him at seventeen, tearing into the McKenna estate to save her, breaking through a window to get her to her finals on time. She dreamed of him at twenty-one, on a camping trip that got hit by a flash flood, handing her the last cracker in his pack. She dreamed of him at twenty-seven, on the third day after she'd faked her death, when he'd tried to hang himself and been saved only by chance.When she woke, her pillow was soaked through with tears. His face in the dream had been unbearably clear."Jules, what's wrong?"Nicolas blinked awake, groggy, and pulled her close on instinct. This time, Jules didn't hug him back the way she usually did. She quietly slid her arm free instead."Go back to sleep. I'm going to have a cigarette."Out on the balcony, Jules held an unlit cigarette between her lips for a long time. She remembered that Max had never liked smoking. She'd always had the habit herself, but once they were together, s
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