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I text Blanca on the way home, asking her to clean up the mess in the library. I can’t bring myself to ask Ara to do it now.

The moments we shared in Mercer House are gone, and Ara sits in the car in silence, looking out the window. She blushes, gently shakes her head, then smiles and frowns again, like a movie is playing inside her head.

A very dirty movie, if she’s replaying what we’ve just done.

When we arrive, the library ...