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Sam
I hadn’t seen Lark since she invited me to lunch. Almost as if…she was purposely avoiding me. Well, I’d been avoiding her. So, maybe it was Karma.
The problem was, I didn’t know how to tell her about Claire.
Not just her. Anyone.
I’d told Court. And that was only because I’d been desperate and pissed off and needed someone with no judgments to get s**t-faced with me. It had worked until I’d walked into work the next day, hungover as f**k and irritable.
But I hadn’t told anyone else.
Not my parents, who loved Claire but hated that she’d moved me eight hours north.
Not my new friends at work.
Certainly not Lark.
At first, I hadn’t wanted it to be true. I’d moved for Claire. I’d sacrificed for her. I’d wanted it to work. Just not enough to propose when she wanted me to.
Then
