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AARON
I woke Monday morning feeling like I’d been run over by a train. For the first time ever, zero desire to head to the gym pulled me from bed as 4:45 a.m. shone red on my clock in the darkness. Staring at the ceiling, I contemplated the day ahead of me.
Work out hard as f**k for an hour.
Clock in and man the desk at the gym for the next three hours.
Come back home at nine-fifteen and get Dad ready for a day of sitting around the house.
Maybe sneak out for a fast run while Dad napped in front of the TV.
And every second of every f*****g minute think about what I’d seen the day before and deal with the ache still radiating through my chest. I’d told myself countless times while driving home from Simply Grace that Ezra had simply been giving the blonde woman a ride.
But she’d h
