The bell above the bookstore door jingles, and I look up from the stack of poetry collections I’m arranging—only to freeze. There’s Adams, standing in the doorway, the afternoon sun streaming behind…
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She laughs, shaking her head, but she leans into my touch, her shoulders relaxing. “You’re biased,” she says, but her eyes are bright, and I can see the way…
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The car radio hums a soft melody as I grip the gift bag on my lap, my heart fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. Tonight is Liam’s birthday party—his 28th—and…
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The sound of a car horn pulled me from my sketchbook—where I’d been adding details to Lila’s yellow dress in the sunset drawing—and I looked up to see Nikos’s old blue car…
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