Chapter 2 · free to read
He didn't shout it like an accusation. He said it like a man who'd found something he'd lost.
Rain hard enough that he had to hold it up close for either of them to see it.
One awning, dripping, and no room under it for two people who were not going to touch.
I told myself: sing, but never be heard. And then I broke my only rule.
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