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I gave a rueful laugh. "The real question is, whodidn't."
"But what do you mean?" she said. "I deleted it."
"Eh, rookie mistake."If only Anna knew, in my world, nothing was that simple.
Anna asked, "What do you mean?"
"When you see it, you'll know."
"But that's no kind of answer."
She was right. It wasn't. But if wondering about that stupid picture kept her mind off her twisted ankle, that was fine by me.
As for myself, Iwasn'tthinkingonlyabout her ankle. I was thinking about the whole package, inside and out, and wondering what would happen when our four months were up.
Would I be able to let her go?
As I carried her across my threshold, it was a question I couldn't bring myself to answer – not then, and not in the days that followed.
