Chapter 21
I woke up alone. This was the correct outcome. Marcus had left the bakery at eleven — we had kissed twice more after the first time, each one slower and more deliberate than the last, and then he had pressed his forehead to mine and said I have to go in the voice of a man physically removing himself from a situation his body had no interest in leaving, and then he had actually gone. I had locked up behind him and driven home and sat in my apartment for an hour doing nothing productive. I woke up alone and the morning was cold and gray and outside the Brooklyn street was doing its ordinary Thursday thing and none of it had changed. Everything had changed. My phone had three messages. One from Jade — sent at nine the previous evening, before anything had happened, asking about Christmas
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