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My sigh made my chest shudder, and my throat was raw from coughing and crying.
Do you know how hard it's been trying not to spill my secret?" My eyes swung up to his again, my hands hovering between my lap and my face, unsure what I should do with them.
The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman. But there was no sign of Chris.
But seeing my Thanksgiving dinner eliminated and its replacement completely ruined, the people responsible for it intentionally MIA. That sent my emotions boiling over.
I spilled what had happened last year at the Halloween party.