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I’d ask her directly if everything was okay and how she was. She didn’t even pause before quickly saying, “I’m fine.” It was the way people say they’re fine when they’re anything but.
One Sunday morning, I called her as usual.
“You sure?”
“Mm-hmm.
Just busy. You know how it is.”
But I didn’t believe her. That night I couldn’t sleep.
I thought about the way she said the word “busy,” as if it hurt.
So I took the next day off work and drove straight to her house early the next morning without telling her. I’d decided to surprise her.
I parked at the end of the street since the driveway appeared to be packed with snow. There was no way my little Civic was getting through that without chains.
When I walked up the slippery path before I rang the bell, I didn’t expect to see what I did through the window.
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