me and said:
“What are you doing home?”
Of all the things he could have said, that was what came out.
Nadia’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Please. Let us explain.”
“Us?”
I stared between them.
“So there’s an ‘us’ now?”
Zion stepped toward me.
I moved backward.
“How long?” I asked again.
Neither answered.
Finally, Nadia whispered:
“A few months.”
My stomach turned.
Then she added:
“It wasn’t planned. It just happened. Sometimes you meet the person you’re meant to be with in the last place you expect.”
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