
He went to her apartment the next morning because he knew if he waited until evening he'd lose his nerve.
She opened the door in her work clothes, apron still tied at her waist, and when she saw him her face went through four different things in two seconds. Relief first. Then hurt. Then anger. Then something careful and guarded that was worse than all of it.
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