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The villa lobby. Derek arguing with a manager. Brooke standing off to the side, mascara running, both suitcases still unopened.
I stared at it.
Then replied.
That’s when the tone changed.
When I finally answered, she didn’t bother pretending anymore. She accused me of jealousy. Control. Said I was punishing her for not wanting to spend her life “stuck in Ohio taking care of an old woman.”
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