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AlmaMy chest tightens when I don’t see Amos’s car in its usual place in the parking lot of Lion’s Lair. He always beats me here in the morning.
I had intended on calling him and maybe having him over last night, but the long day at the beach zapped all of the energy from me. We were all exhausted when we got back. After our shower, Love and I crashed hard. The second my head hit the pillow, I was out. Lee-Anne even stayed over, which she never does. The task of walking a few blocks to her condo was too daunting.
I unlock the front doors and start prepping the building for another day. Jen wanders in a few minutes later.
“Good morning, Alma,” she sing-songs.
“Hi, Jen. How was your weekend in Chicago?”
“Amazing!” she squeals, thrusting her arm out to show me her hand. “I got engaged
