My nose pressed against leather. A mix of rain, wet cotton and the smell of his skin filled me. I shivered in his arms as the elevator climbed to his apartment. Years of acting like the scream in my stomach every time I saw him did not exist were finally over. All the lies. The times I looked at a stranger in the mirror because I saw him instead of my husband when he made love to me.
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