Ashlyn moved to the fireplace, her back to him as she stared into the fire. “He started to make a scene, so I got up and left. I had already crossed the street by the time he came out of the bar. I heard my name and turned. He was standing on the curb, looking straight at me with this weird expression. There was a van coming down the street, the kind that carries those big sheets of glass. He watched it come closer . . . and then he stepped off the curb.” She heard Ethan’s ragged intake of breath, his long, slow exhale. “My god . . .” His expression when she turned to face him was one of
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that's a level of petty I can't fathom!
