Angie sent her gaze to the other side of the room. “You better leave before he comes back.” Angie’s stone-hard face made it clear that her mind was made up and wouldn’t be changed.
Mia dressed herself and headed to the door. She reached in for a final kiss, but Angie pulled away from it and instead reached for a handshake. They shook and Mia left.
As she drove away, she sniffed the tears away and wondered if Angie was right. Living in a tiny town like Clearwater, it would have been difficult – or maybe impossible – to truly live the way she wanted to live. She headed back to Denver, her head heavy with sadness.
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The next morning wasn’t an easy one to wake up to. Knowing her connection to Angie had become a dead end made Mia’s body feel numb and lifeless. After dragging herself out o
