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I kept my arms folded across my chest so that I wouldn’t be tempted to reach for James’ hand. Not that I could've even if I'd wanted to. He was keeping his distance from me. A whole person could fit between us on the sidewalk. And sometimes they did, almost knocking into me. God I hate New York. It was loud and crowded and…I glanced at James…lonely. I hadn’t expected it to feel so horribly lonely. “Scarlett will be up in about an hour,” James said. “I’d like to be back before then. She hasn’t had a normal day in quite some time.” “Of course.” It had been like this ever since we started our walk. He wasn’t giving me anything. If I was going to learn about what happened, I needed to steer the conversation. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as a chill ran down my spine. I glanced over m
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