Nora & Colton — The Secret Beneath the Bed
“You know,” Leah said after the plates were cleared, “you used to apologize every time you needed someone to read something aloud.”
“I remember.”
“You didn’t tonight.”
I smiled.
The waiter brought tiramisu and two spoons.
We talked about travel plans and the possibility of turning the old studio into a working space again.
Nothing about the conversation was dramatic.
That was why it mattered.
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