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Ben is totally back to normal on Saturday morning, but the swift change in mood has me suspicious, and I find myself looking for clues about what’s going on with him all weekend. By Sunday night, I’m exhausted and haven’t come up with anything. I decide to go to bed early, since I’m working the early shift the next day. I’ve just put on my coziest socks and cracked open a library book to read when I hear a noise outside. It can’t be. Can it? I’ve been willing James to come to my window all week, and now, the one night I need a decent night’s sleep, he decides to show up? I should punish him for how he treated me and ignored me, but my heightened senses mean I can hear him pacing back and forth in the yard, huffing his breath and cracking his knuckles. He sounds nervous, and that