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Roger smiled. “Want to come along, Greta? I’ll show you
the house. You can get first dibs on your room…in case…
you know.”
Greta paused, looking at Roger and then back at Ash,
Elgin, Nate and Alice. They had already agreed to meet at
Elgin’s house for dinner the first Sunday of every month,
regardless of where everyone lived. The next day she and
Ash would move in with Aunt Lori, and Elgin would look for

renters for the basement suite. She stood on the threshold of
something new, but she couldn’t picture the coming months.
With Ash at Aunt Lori’s? A new home, a new life, with her
dad? Could she choose that path if it meant leaving Ash
behind? Would he eventually follow if she stepped away first?
“I’ll just look at it,” Greta told Roger. “You’ll drive me
back after they unload?”

Roger nodded, turning the key in the ignition.
She walked back toward the house as Roger rolled up
the window behind her. “I just want to see it, Ash. Nothing
decided.”
Ash stepped forward—a conversation just for the two of
them. “You can forgive him, just like that?” An accusation
there, also edged in wonder.
“No, Ash. I don’t forgive him. Not yet.” With Roger, the
wall came and went, sometimes falling at surprising times,

allowing her to joke in a text or return his calls. Other times
it sprang up fast, and she couldn’t even look at him or hear
his voice. “But I guess the difference between us is”—she
paused—“I want to forgive him.”

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