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After watching an entire soccer match (as I was informed it was called after saying the word game), I had concluded two things: I liked soccer, and I would never understand the off-sides rule, no matter how many people—Beattie included—tried to explain it to me. I was okay with that.
When we got into bed that night, Adaire gave me a quick kiss, said good night, and turned over. It wasn’t what had quickly become our usual routine in bed, which included some kind of intimacy each night—words or bodies—and it was the clearest sign I’d had yet that something was wrong. Xavier was screwing up a lot of things just now.
I planned to wake up before Adaire and see if I could figure out what was up, but when I opened my eyes before dawn, he was already out of bed and out of the room. It was goi
