I’ve been sobbing for several seconds when I hear the soft knock on the door. At first, I think I must be hearing things. Then the voice: “Rosie?” It’s Nick. I want to tell him to go away, but even more, I want to get off the floor. “Yes. Come in.” He opens the door and catches me lying there with my red eyes and wet face. “Rosie,” he murmurs. The tears stream down my face. “Nick…” He bends down beside me, and very, very gently, he lifts me off the floor. He lowers me down on the bed, then he crawls into the bed beside me. He brushes a wet strand of hair from my face as he looks into my eyes.
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