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Safe Harbors
Miranda
I was standing in a half-familiar apartment, one with warm yellow walls and a mishmash of furniture that somehow managed to be charming in its eclectic clutter. Blinking, I put out a hand to touch one of those walls, just so I could reassure myself that I actually was there, that I hadn’t fooled myself into thinking a hallucination was reality.
But, just like the coffee table at my parents’ house in Jerome, the wall was firm and solid under my fingertips. I looked back around the apartment, recognition slowly dawning.
I had no idea why I’d come here, but I was standing in Simon’s flat above the wine tasting room.
Holy s**t.
I sent a panicked look around the space, then let out a relieved breath when I realized I was alone. Of course Simon wouldn’t be here — i
