Table-for-Two
I don't make promises I can't keep, he said, and I hated him for it because it was the kind of thing a man who knew exactly how to ruin you would say. The phone rang at six-forty-five on a Tuesday, which is not a day of the week that should feel romantic but mine did, because mine has always been a woman who falls for men who treat honesty like a loaded gun. "Elara Wen." The voice on the other...
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