d I made love, his lawyer

er on the coffee table. Inside were the deed to the Upper East Side condo we shared, a set of ke

ns," the lawyer said, his voice flat. "He considers this

had held me, his touch more tender, more desperate than ever before. He had wh

th

asked, my own voi

as. He has a prior engagement to attend t

ing suddenly cheap and cold against my ski

d been forced to memorize. He finally looked at me. "He said, 'Wendy, for people from families like mine,

wasn't a question. It was a dismissal. The lawyer saw the look on m

n the silent, sun-drenched apartment that was n

ets. The city felt alien, hostile. The love story I thought I was living had jus

ld narrative. The lawyer mentioned Ethan' s specific instruct

kup care if I got enough sleep? It was a small, non

detail that convinced m

n't call Ethan. I called a

ce steady. "I need a fligh

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