She knows it’s broken because she’s the one who broke it.
He searches her face. “You . . . you mean it?” “I mean it.” She doesn’t mean it. It’s a lie.
Above their heads, a distant flotilla, big as a dirty thumbprint on a set of clean bedsheets.
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