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I don’t want to give up on us either, but I can’t deny that in most of the futures I’ve been to, Adam and I aren’t together. For some reason we can’t seem to make it work long term, even with our daughter in the picture. We’re completely different people from different backgrounds, thrown together because of the strange circumstances we’ve been thrust into. I’ll always love Adam, and I know he loves me too, but maybe we’re just not meant to be. Adam’s phone rings and lights up the dark interior of the car. “Hey, Chris,” he answers, before putting it on speakerphone. “Did you get the genicote for Dr. Walters?” “No,” Chris says. “Someone broke into my house. My house!” Adam’s fingers tighten around my hand. “What?” “Is everyone okay?” I ask. “Shawnda? Michael?” “Yeah, we were all out of
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