I never knew he was capable of looking at someone like that.
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On the flight here, I'd let myself imagine this moment a hundred times.
Would he pull me into his arms? Would his eyes go soft with surprise? Would he scold me gently for traveling so far just to see him?
But those daydreams shattered the second she opened the door.
When I didn't move, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the bedroom, rattling off instructions as we walked.
"Make sure you really scrub this rug—my boyfriend and I like to lie here and soak up the sun."
"Oh, and be careful with that ceramic piece. We brought it back from our first trip together."
I followed her numbly, but the moment we reached the closet, my whole body went rigid.
A row of matching couple's outfits hung in perfect order, mocking me.
I used to beg Miles for matching clothes. He always wrinkled his nose and said, "Aren't we a little old for that? It's childish."
So why wasn't it childish with her?
In the dressing room, she pointed to the center of the jewelry case, her tone suddenly serious.
"Be extra careful with that bracelet. Don't knock it or let it fall."
My gaze dropped to the bracelet she was pointing at.
The air left my lungs.