“You look confused,” Devon says, speaking up suddenly. If I hadn’t already kissed those lips, I would question whether they even existed. Still in shock and staring at his face, I don’t respond. “It’s me, Violet,” he reassures. “Ask me questions only I’d know the answers to.” He leans back completely unbothered and smiles expectantly at me. He knows that I know it’s him. I place my fork onto my plate and lean back in my chair. “What pump do you always fill up at?” I ask. “Pump two,” he responds immediately. “What beverage do you buy at the gas station for—” “Coffee.” “What name did the angry
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