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LEAH
Spending the afternoon with Kevin was a weird experience. I hadn’t expected to enjoy it. But first, he’d taken me for lunch at Emmy’s favourite taco truck—I knew it was her favourite because she snuck there every time she worked in the Richmond city office—and the food had been surprisingly good. And now he was acting as my crutch while we mooched around furniture stores. He had the manners of a Blackwood man, but without the whole “danger-danger-danger” persona.
We’d bought four rugs from the discount store, a second-hand dark-grey leather couch with two matching chairs that looked as if they’d never been sat on, and a sideboard whose price had been reduced by fifty percent due to having a scratch on one end. I’d picked out a chunky vase—in hammered metal rather than glass beca
