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I was right about Alex. Because I was weak at lunch today, he took that as an invitation.
Two in the morning, pebbles against my window. That’s supposed to mean I sneak downstairs, unlock the door, take him silently into the family room or out to our shed, shut the door, take off all my clothes, and get right to it.
It’s supposed to mean nothing has changed, I haven’t changed, nothing happened to me two weeks ago, I haven’t learned anything.
But I have learned something. Not enough, but something.
I ignored him for as long as possible, but he wasn’t going away. It’s not so easy to sneak downstairs when you’re on crutches, but I managed. I took it as a personal challenge.
Opened the door. “What?”
He grinned. “Come on. It’s freezing out here.”
I didn’t move. “Alex, go home. I’m no
