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she said. “My dad is not home, next time you can come in for coffee.”Eric looked a little disappointed, but he did not push. In reality, Jessica’s mind was already filled with one fear, Tessera must never meet Eric. “I have a few things to handle first,” Jessica said firmly. “I’ll travel to Springfield on my own when I’m ready.” Eric exhaled slowly, he had waited seventeen years for this moment. Eric forced himself to stay patient. Compared to seventeen years, one or two more days should not matter

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Carla called on a Friday morning. "We need to talk," she said. "All of us. Tonight at the apartment. No restaurant. No work. Just family." Lucas looked at Owen when he hung up the phone. "This sounds bad," Owen said. "It probably is," Lucas said. "They know something. Carla always sounds like this when she knows something she's not supposed to know." They arrived at the apartment above Roots at six o'clock. Miguel was already there. Carla was setting out food. Marco was sitting by the window, watching the street below.

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

He thought about the between-time room as the room prepared for the between-time thinking — the weight-bearing room and the limestone floor and the south window breathing the field and the hatch and the tea as the ceremony and the room holding all of it so that the thinking could occur in its correct condition. He thought: the honest room holds the thinking that cannot happen in the wrong room. He thought about the conversations Raymond was describing — the conversations of a different quality, the things the attending people had not found the right room for. He thought about all the attending people in all the wrong rooms across all the years — the between-time people without the between-ti

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“There’s one around the corner. We can check it out tomorrow if you want.” “Oh my God,” she breathed. “There’s a book club? I’ve always wanted to go to one. Talk about books with real people and all that. Thank you so much, Nolan.” The smile in her voice made my chest ache in the best way. “But,” she added, “the book club is tomorrow. I’m talking about tonight. Like, I can’t close my eyes right now. I keep seeing that image. It’s just... messed up.” “I know,” I sighed. “But it’s too late for me to come over, and you can’t come here either. Not tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”

"Book club." "Where?" "The community center on Maple Street." I groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm not." "Dean, I'm not interested in sitting around with a bunch of strangers talking about books I haven't read." "Then maybe you should have read them," he countered, still not looking at me. I wanted to reach forward and smack the phone out of his hand. Instead, I just sank lower in my seat and glared at the back of his head.

There was none. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Then it hit. I was in a room with him. Just the two of us. What do I say? "Do you know what time it is?" He asked me. I looked around the library looking for a clock or something like it, only to find it above the weird bookshelves. Eleven pm?!?! "Is that clock incorrect?" I asked, not believing time had flown that fast without my realizing it. "It's working perfectly fine."

"Nora, why don't you start us off? Your final chapter on the physics of forgetting was particularly insightful." I stand up, my hands resting on the edge of the table. I look at the students. I look at the window. "My thesis is about the space between wrong," I start. My voice is clear, confident. "It’s about how we choose what to believe when the evidence is conflicting." "Excellent," Vass says. "I argued that the brain will always choose the version of reality that ensures survival," I continue. "Even if that version is a lie." I stop. I look at the empty chair across from me. It’s the chair where Cole used to sit.

“Hmmm…speaking of that, where’s the hotshot boyfriend?” Adrienne sighed. Yuan and Jill gave Jin a slight shake of head, as if warning him not to open a whole can of worms. “Oooppps!” Jin whispered. “Tell you what, let’s go out tonight. Take your mind off things.” After a few hours, they were at a club called Rendezvous. When they arrived, the line seemed long but, Jin led them to the beginning of the line. With only a slight nod, the bouncer let them in. Others waiting in line just groaned.