The air between them stayed heavy even after the conversation ended.
Shelly stood near the couch, her arms folded, her thoughts running in circles. Spencer was still there, but the closeness they had just days ago felt… distant.
Not gone.
But not the same.
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“You’re thinking again,” Spencer said quietly.
Shelly gave a small, tired smile. “I always do.”
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Spencer walked a little closer, but this time he stopped before getting too near.
That small gap said everything.
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“I don’t want this distance,” he said.
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Shelly looked at him.
“Then don’t create it.”
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Her voice was soft, but it carried weight.
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Spencer ran his hand through his hair again, clearly frustrated now.
“I’m trying to fix things, Shelly.”
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“And I’m asking you not to break something while fi
