The truth was that if I let myself I could be happy with Micah, and it was beginning to get on my nerves. The light hit only his shoulders and face, the rest of him was lost to darkness. I slipped my body over his legs and pushed them farther apart, so that I lay between them. I pet him, not like you'd pet a dog, but like you'd pet a lover.
I got some names. The kitchen held a large dining room table now. A big man in a uniform that matched Officer Douglas's strode toward us, with a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. She wanted certain things, and that was one of them.
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