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And, if we can ultiet past this weird place in our relationship, I have a distinct feeling Anna and I could becoeJaime invited me over, and I don’t kno to take it I’ve been the one pursuing her this past week, and she’s been the one putting me off

It’s Saturday evening, exactly one week since she was kidnapped Three days since I saw her last on Christmas Eve

Her invitation was on , so I hadn’t even had time to do my usual outreach to her to ask if we could talk Soht, she deter it

I’m not sure if that bodes well

If it’s bad, it’s most likely because she’s coiving me a chance to talk about it, which, in turn, will probably mean she wants to cut ties

Best-case scenario—if it’s good—she’s decided to forgive ive us a shot

I’d also accept just a willingness on her part to listen, so I arrive at her apartment at seven PM as requested, armed with several items to help sway her to oing to insist she listen to what I have to say

I knock on the door When it opens, my breath catches It’s usually what happens when I see her Tonight her hair is in a braid that hangs over one shoulder, her face free of s, a bulky sweater, and thick fuzzy socks I want to snatch her up, cuddle with her on the couch, and watch a movie That’s what she inspires at this moment

A shtly tentative, as she says, “Hey”

“Hey,” I reply

“Co her arm to indicate the way

I enter, shrugging out of my coat The Christ in tomorrow Fuck if it wouldn’t be the perfect tiether

Jai up in the little closet by the door, and I hold tightly to the folder in

“Want anything to drink?” she asks after hanging up my coat