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Chapter Eighteen RIVER Instead of taking a nap, I sit on the back porch and read for hours. In Texas, they seem to eat before five o’clock, and I hadn’t realized I was hungry until someone mentioned dinner was being served. Somehow, I clear a plate of pot roast and mashed potatoes like I haven’t eaten in weeks. After dinner, I read until dark. I had to know what happened at the end of my book regardless of my eyes being tired. Not knowing what time Alex would return, I decide to crawl into bed for the night because I’m exhausted. I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when I wake to the door of my room slowly being cracked open. The moonlight streams through the window, and I’m groggy as I turn to see Alex walking inside. “Hey, sweetheart,” he says, softly. “Hi.” I barely get out. I