Divorce Suits Me Better
“‘Reunion.’ Seven letters.”
“Reunite,” I said, too fast.
“REUNITE.” Grandma looked between us with an expression that was not remotely subtle. “What a lovely word.”
“Grandma,” Nate said flatly, and I shut my eyes tightly.
“What? It’s a crossword clue.”
He wrote it in. His knee bumped mine under the bed tray when he shifted in the chair, and he didn’t move it away.
I could feel the warmth of it through the fabric of my dress, solid and distracting, and I didn’t move mine away either.
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