front of her chair and smiled and said hello. Emily glanced behind her because she genuinely assumed he meant someone else. He noticed and laughed softly and told her no, he definitely meant her.
She said that was brave of him.
He asked if she was hiding over there.
She asked if it counted as hiding when everyone could already see her.
Something in his expression shifted at that. He looked at her differently, not with pity, and not with the careful, practiced sympathy she had grown used to. He just looked at her like he was actually paying attention.
Then he held out his hand and asked if she would like to dance.
She told him she could not.
Three weeks before Emily told any of this story, she walked into a café near one of her firm’s job sites and immediately spilled hot coffee all over herself.
She






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