Nearby, a waiter drops a tray of drinks. Meghan’s nose begins to bleed. He feels a glint of pain behind his eyes, and across the table, Julia is clearly experiencing something similar. The bar goes silent, no one talking, everyone sitting frozen at their tables. The only sound is the music coming through the speakers and the drone of a television. Meghan’s hands are trembling. So are Julia’s. And his. On the television above the bar, a news anchor is staring into the camera, blood running down his face as he searches for words. “I, um…I’m going to be honest, I don’t exactly know what just
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