“Well, at least someone loves me,” Zak groused as he leaned down to pick the cat up. It was on the tip of my tongue to remind Zak that no one loved him more than I did, but I kept silent. They were words I wouldn’t have hesitated to speak eighteen months ago. But a lot had changed since then. Sometimes I wondered if maybe too much had changed. Maybe I’d changed things too much.
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