“Remember that construction guy I’ve been telling you about?” I chuckle, then flick a tiny piece of rubble with my forefinger. “I asked him to fix the countertop yesterday because it didn’t look the way I wanted it to, and when I turned around, I swear I heard him call me a menace.” I laugh, but it turns into a sob. “Fuck, I miss you, Mave.” I close my eyes and will for the tears to stop, but they don’t. And when a soft, feather-light breeze touches my wet cheek – almost like a caress – I suck in a breath and open my eyes. A chill runs through my very bones, leaving me stunned.
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