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Leo didn’t show up at the elementary school with lunch for me again for the rest of the week or the whole following week. I dodged Missy’s phone calls with excuses of needing to mow the grass and other domestic responsibilities. While they were mostly valid reasons, I was avoiding talking about Leo.
Every night, our two interactions played through my head, mingling with the unattainable fantasies of what a happy family with Leo would look like. Even though it had been brief, I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my face. A constant ache beat in my chest, and I knew the only way to make it subside was more of his touch.
On my way to work on Friday, my car made a concerning noise. With no other choice, I got up early the following day and took it to the auto shop in town. Tha
