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Aspen
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
My head was pounding. As I let myself into my dark house, I kept the lights out and rested my back against the front door to catch my breath.
The night had gone exactly as I’d planned, which I hated. Philip had been eager to take me out when I’d called him. He hadn’t even had a problem with agreeing to meet there.
I’d asked him about his fiancée straight off, and he’d told me they’d split in February. Then he’d bought me some drinks, and we’d talked university politics until the phone calls and texts had started. I knew it was Noel immediately.
When Philip had told me it was okay to answer them, I’d waved him off, trying to appear as if it’d be rude to answer a call
