Countdown to the End of Us
I noticed the name on her screen, and I smiled.
"Get to work. We're not in a hurry to arrange the wedding."
Lauren left the office, but as a token of apology, she turned around. Solemnly, she promised, "I'll see you at the old home tomorrow."
She did not. I was on the couch at the old home, scrolling through my phone.
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T-minus, 12 hours.
My news app showed me some local news. Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him.