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Nora laid her hand against her chest over her heart

"Not here He’s not gone here"

"He deserves better than this, le prêtre does"

Nora couldn’t argue with that "I know I know he does You wanted me back with Søren"

"I wanted le prêtre happy again For some reason, you make him happy But this…" He raised the file "This will not sley’s desk and collapsed into a chair across froo back to hisley’s bare feet So strange to see hiot him out of those boots So where her hed deeply "How o back to hio back to Søren a year and half before I did It was a Wednesday in September That whole week…I don’t knohy, but for that entire week I could hardly breathe for how ood days and bad days without hiive it up, hurovel at Søren’s feet until he took sley didn’t speak at first After the space of ten heartbeats he finally answered

"Pourquoi?"

"Because that was the first day I taught that stupid writing class at Yorke, and I went into that classroo brown eyes that looked atlike ot I o back to Søren" Nora sed the tears in her throat "Oops"

"I will pretend I never heard that"

Nora laughed ?" Nora met his eyes and let herto Manhattan, running up the stairs…alht "You were sound asleep in your bed, and I crawled in, and took you by the wrists while you were sleeping"

Kingsley inhaled sharply and looked away They had a rule they never spoke about that side of Kingsley