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New York City
September 1
Early Morning
Liam left his apartment building and slung his bag over his shoulder. He turned onto Third and followed it to 116th Street. The day was warm but there was something in the air that said fall was just around the corner. And with it being the first day of a new month, he’d survived the first one without her.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
Which wasn’t quite the truth, because it did. He didn’t know of any other way for it to be.
Since she’d been gone, his days were the same. Two days of twelve hours and a third of sixteen before getting four days off. Those were the worst, as he found himself tempted to take a drive. But then what? He’d not changed, and if she’d found someone else, what was he supposed to do about it?
You tell her how yo
