My first instinct was to leave. Sign the papers fast, grab the keys, and walk out before he saw me.
But he looked up. And our eyes met.
John wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stood up slowly, like his body hurt.
I finished signing, my hand somehow steady, while he waited by the door.
Then he walked over.
“Laura.”
His voice was hoarse.
I didn’t respond.
Just looked at him, waiting.
“I knew you’d be here,” he said. “I’ve been… I’ve been following you.
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