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I stare at the picture of Aria that prompted this conversation. She’s kissing my cheek, and I’m making a silly face. We’re probably about nine or ten in the photo. My mind is now effectively taken off Callen, his orgasm denial, and our impending talk.

“Things with Aria are difficult to explain.”

Tatum eyes me, probably wondering how far she should push. “Where is she? I can’t imagine that two people that close drifted apart.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Fair enough.” Tatum drops the conversation and breezily enters another.

One I’m not listening to. Words I can’t help but tune out float through the air.

My sour mood twists in another direction.

My friendship with Aria was strong, despite the distance, right up until it was gone.

I write letters to her, telling her about my life and the moments I want to share with her, because I can’t let that connection go. I often check the mail for a return letter that will never come. Wishful thinking. Aria will never forgive me for the things I’ve done.

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