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The next morning, he was gone, and I suddenly needed to do something. Anything. I half contemplated running, but I wasn’t an exerciser. I was a worker. I worked. That’s almost all I did, which was very, very sad now that I was thinking about it.
Getting up, showering, I got ready for the day and headed to the kitchen.
The door was on, and it looked attached, but there was definite damage to it. Zeke had said he’d take care of it, so I wasn’t going to stress about it. Yet. Instead, I was going to stress about how he said he wanted me to move in with him.
I couldn’t believe he actually meant it. He hadn’t. He’d been lying. Just saying things.
God.
Zeke hadn’t been lying. He hadn’t been saying things. He meant it.
I was going to move in with him.
I was scared if I thought abou
