Chapter 39

Noah changed everything. Noah forced me to be honest with Elena, to break off whatever Anton and I were doing. The divorce was painful, the fight about joint custody tough, but I couldn’t have done it without Noah. I owed him another chance.

A horn brought me back to the moment.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

“Sorry!”

“Stupid fucking joggers,” the guy in the truck mumbled.

I looked at my watch. Close to an hour since I left Noah snoring.

Time to head back. Time to talk to Noah about what we should do next.

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Coffee and bagels from Noah’s favorite place in one hand, and keys in another. There was a song from the iPod I couldn’t get out of my head after I finished the run.

I tried my key, but the door was unlocked.

Guess I closed it, but didn’t lock it.

I latched the deadbolt and walked in. Didn’t hear Noah’s snoring. Or the sound of running water.

“Hey, Noah, I brought coffee and got bagels.”

A muffled noise.