“There,” he said softly. “Gone.”
I stared a few more seconds, arms tight around Lily, heart still racing.
“You got to her,” he said. “That matters.”
I didn’t respond.
I just held Lily closer until our stop.
When we got off, I watched the doors close on him and told myself that was the end of it.
Random rich guy. Strange moment. That’s all.
Morning light in our kitchen usually softens things.
Not that day.
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