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to the back of a yellow cab. I placed my suitcase on the seat b

ovie I'd seen a thousand times. I didn't look at it. My gaze was

typed a quick message. *I'm fine, just need some space. We'll talk soon.* It was a s

o be unreachable. But a moment later, the screen lit up. A new iMessage notifi

ren't friends. We weren't even friendly colleagues. She would have had to go

open. There was a photo

rossed casually. She looked proprietary, at home. She was wearing a man's dress shirt-Jayson's dress shirt, the one

o sorry you weren't feeling well last night. Jayson was so worried about yo

words left my lips in

concern. She wasn't telling me Jayson was worried. She was telling me who he ha

For a split second, a hot, vicious r

d to her level. It would be giving her exactly what she wanted:

at could truly wound a person like

the message. I simply locked my

rview mirror. "Rough morning?" he asked

, distant smile. "Jus

ing the clouds, its steel skeleton still exposed. The lead architect on that project was m

d to my eyes. I had so much more

ver, stepped out onto the pavement, and pulled my suitcase behind me. I walked toward

e every morning for five years, saw the suitcase and his eyeb