Chapter 39 Tilda
Tilda
I watch Ethan disappear into the gym.
What on earth…?
Without my permission, my hand reaches up and my fingertips brush against my lips.
My phone alarm beeps from the little purse that’s somehow still hooked over my shoulder, letting me know I have two minutes until my dryers are ready.
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