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“But that’s for work.”

That’s true. Damn her for being right. I find a channel and put the remote back before getting comfortable.

“I have his number. I don’t need any excuse to see or talk to him.”

“Well, get sexting,” she whispers.

I snort. “No chance.”

As I sit on the couch watching TV, memories of him earlier haunt me. His tired, hurt eyes staring back at me instead of those big brown wide-set ones that stare at me with adoration. I miss those.

How do I get them back?

I try to change the channel to find something that can hold my attention, but I fail. Instead, I pull out my phone to send him a text.

Gracie:You didn’t pick up your dinner.

It’s only a couple of minutes when my phone chimes.

Marc:I’m not hungry anymore.

Reading those words hits me like a train.

Gracie:I’m sorry.

Marc:So am I.

I don’t know what else to say. So I sit back and think about his daughter. But maybe I should find out more from him and see if that helps me make a decision.

Gracie:Tell me about her.

Marc:Who?

Gracie:Your daughter.

Marc:Why?

Gracie:I need to make a decision, and I think maybe talking about her might help.

Marc:Well, Aria is thirteen and the most fun-loving kid you’ll ever meet. She loves a good movie night and thinks boys suck. (which, I’m not complaining about) She’s kind, warm, and also very funny.

Gracie:Sounds like her dad. ?? What’s her favorite movie?

Marc:You think? I don’t see how I’m funny, warm, and kind. Currently, when she visits, we are watchingThe Hunger Games.

Gracie:Yeah, maybe not funny, but you’re warm and kind. I haven’t seen it.

Marc:Maybe to you, but no one else I know would use those words to describe me.

Gracie:They don’t know you like I do.

Marc:No, they don’t.

I’m thinking of what else to say, when he sends another message.

Marc:She would happily have you here, so you can watch it with us.

I read the text line repeatedly.


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