“I’m sorry. I can’t,” I said. He scratched at his forehead. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” Calvin took a deep breath that sounded more like a grunt. “I know you think you are, Grace,” he said, narrowing his eyes. I blinked a few times and stepped back. “What did you say?” “I said I know you are, Grace.” I took another step back. Is that what he said? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore. “I’m sorry. I just misread things.” He slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead. “Sleep well,” he said and then he slunk back toward the kitchen. I retreated down the hallway, not turning
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