As I lay in bed and stared out my window, loneliness crept up on me for the first time in a long time. I watched fat snowflakes fall from the heavens and my heart tapped an unsteady staccato against my breastbone. Somewhere halfway across Belleville, Baxter was at home, sleeping in his empty bed too. If he looked out the window maybe he’d see the same flakes I was seeing. Mirrored anyway. We weren’t so different after all. Maybe fixing up his bakery would help him financially but… It wouldn’t fix the mess I’d made of his feelings. Maybe I shouldn’t care as much as I did. Maybe I was growing
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