“Do you remember Dead Oscar?” I ask. “Your plant?” I nod. “I feared the way I had been with Oscar, you’d be with me,” I murmur, a slight ache in my chest. “You’d forget to care for me. Love me.” “How could you ever think that? “Because you let me go, Chad. You let me go.” “I have a confession to make,” he says, his eyes bright. “Seeing you at the restaurant wasn’t a coincidence. I’ve… I’ve been stalking you. I knew you were staying in Boston and—” “What?’ “It just so happens Agnes was more than generous in providing details of your whereabouts… your date.” A devilish smile crosses his face. “I
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