members. Or maybe Joan has just grown too

he warm ceramic mug Nathan handed her. The chamomile tea soothes her ne

sipping his cup. For a while, neither of them says a word.

ce first. "So... this

r my uncle passed. I kept t

s, glancing around. "Bo

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you might sec

oment, it feels like they're kids again

ers when the bell above

s body

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t v

me to see Jules-her college roommate, her best fri

ut, her eyes darting b

rtled. "Joan! I didn'

throat. "You two

e inseparable in college. And... well...

nots. "Met?" Her

town for a writing retreat. C

n't meet

run-in. There's a strange tension hanging b

a smile. "

, her thou

in Windmere... of

fallen for the boy

rtantly... ha