She sat staring out the window of the little coffee shop. Her hands were folded around the warmth of her mug. She blew the steam, sipped, and stared. Her mind went back to the voice message. “I need closure” he said. “Meet me at 2:00 on Sunday “. He didn’t need to tell her where. They had spent most Sundays there. It had been their ritual. She hadn’t been here since he left their apartment on that Sunday two months ago. They hadn’t come here on that Sunday either by two o’clock they were done. Maybe she needed closure also.
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