“Why can’t men be like that?” Madison Parker gestured to the television screen.
“Because,” Sara murmured as she stepped into Madison’s apartment, picking her
way through the clutter of empty takeout that littered the floor. “We don’t live in a
movie.”
Madison ignored her best friend as she turned up the sound on the television,
trying to drown out Sara’s tsks of disappointment.
“It’s been a week, Maddie. Don’t you think you should take off that sweatshirt?”
Madison glanced down at Jeff’s rumpled NYU sweatshirt. It had been one of his
favorites. One of the few things he had left behind when he had gone back to his
wife. It still smelled like him, and she needed that.
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