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Claire
The last thing I wanted to do was bridge the gap in the sidewalk between where Josie and Dean stood and where Alex and I had just emerged from Dr. Wilkes’ office, but we needed to have a discussion. In my experience, it was always better to deal with complications swiftly and directly, rather than delay and speculate or let the ever-churning rumor mill fill in the missing information.
I had been struggling to get my light windbreaker on as we stepped outside. Alex reached down to hold it up, so I could easily slide my left arm into the previously-elusive sleeve. It probably appeared from the outside to be a thoughtful gesture, but Alex was a gentleman to his core. I knew it was simply an autopilot reaction that he didn’t even have to think about performing. I gave him a sincer
