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Leaving the house, walking away from Josh, had been hard, even if it would only be for a few hours. For moments, I’d stood staring at him, until Sean reminded me that if prompting Jess garnered some answers, the trip would be worth it and would quell my guilt. I still spent the entire journey with my head pressed to the truck’s rear passenger window, the vibrations of the engine humming through me as I tried to focus on what I headed toward, instead of what I left behind.
After following printed-out directions through busy Shrewsbury to a quiet side street, we finally came to a stop. All three of us climbed from Ethan’s pickup into the early January temperatures and stared at the shop whose façade looked nothing at all as I’d imagined.
With the sign that headed the front: FACT OR FIC
