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straight ahead.
“Go,” Eleanor said, pushing my shoulder. “He needs you.”
I walked toward his car, gravel crunching. My heart hammered. I tapped the passenger window. He blinked, reached over to unlock the door.
We sat in silence, cicadas filling the spaces between breaths.
“I’m sorry,” I said at last.
He turned slowly. “Don’t you dare apologize. You didn’t continue reading …
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