Chapter 31

“We could hang out at your place for a while,” Amber said, after long minutes of silence in the car.

“Thanks,” Rafi sighed, “but I think I’d like to wallow in depressed solitude for a while.”

“Far be it from me to interfere in your coping mechanisms,” Amber said dryly.

When Rafi stopped outside Amber’s place—a tidy townhouse in Chelsea—she stopped to put a hand on his arm before she hopped out of the car.

“It’ll get better. I swear, okay? I’ve been there, you know I have. It’ll get better.”

Rafi managed a smile. “I know.”

And he did know, just like he knew outer space existed. He knew that somewhere out there were millions of stars, some even brighter than Earth’s sun, but he couldn’t see them. He couldn’t see a single one of them from where he stood now.

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