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• I stand behind my desk, staring at the shattered laptop and the crack in the drywall, fists clenched so tight my knuckles ache, the cords in my neck straining. There’s a dull roar in my brain, as irritating as a vacuum in the middle of a meeting or a lawn mower outside an open window. I miscalculated. I never miscalculate.
• Nevaeh Ellis
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• I guess Dario’s meeting didn’t last as long as he thought it would. I’m gonna make him steaks for dinner. I’ll light a few candles. Wear the red dress with the slit up the side. Maybe he’ll take out the pale blue box I found in his sock drawer when I was rummaging for a pair of wool socks to thaw my frozen feet. Is he going to get down on one knee?...
• I’m a few steps in when Ray wraps his hand around my upper arm in a punishing grip, jerking me to a halt. I raise my eyebrows at my boyfriend’s driver. That’s Ray’s official job. He drives like an old lady, though, and he spends most of his time skulking around the house. I don’t question it. I was born and raised in a connected family. My lack of ...