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For the first time in seven years

I s the tension tightening inin my chest

Aidan

He hates me

He detests me

And I don’t blame him

Not when I’ve spent years hating myself for what I did to him

In front ofbrass script on a white door spells out the nuer’s Park Avenue apartossip—filter through the doors and walls and intoat my fluttery nerves

“You should show up at Celeste Granger’s soiree,” Natalia had suggested yesterday

“Why on earth would I?” After abandoning o to chase Hollywood stardoh on my list of preferred activities to occupy my time in New York city

“Aidan will be there,” Natalia replied with a shrug She’s er of McKay Theatre productions, and she always has a solid reason for everything “The sooner you two get your…reunion out of the way, the better for the new play”

The new play My pretext for being in New York at all

Noith my inevitable confrontation with Aidan only moments away, I take a deep breath and push the door open

The hushed whispering starts fro closest to the entrance

Liz McKay

Liz McKay