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Resolutions
Clouds had begun to gather while we drove north, and as we pulled into the parking space behind Connor’s building, a few fat white flakes started to fall. Good. I loved being in his apartment with the fire going and the weather closing in outside. It could be just the two of us in our own little bubble of warmth and solitude.
Nice illusion. It wasn’t really true, though.
We’d been in the place maybe ten minutes before a harsh knocking came at the door. I’d heard that pounding before.
I looked over at Connor. He was standing by the fireplace, ready to set it alight, while I’d just come down from returning some things to the upstairs bathroom.
“I suppose it’s no good to ignore him, is it?” I asked. “I mean, he’ll just blast the door open.”
“Probably,” he agreed. His exp
