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He hurled his weight to the right until he felt the solid connection of the wall against his shoulder. Glass-covered pictures of women holding calla lilies rattled in their frames from the impact.

Just get out. Just don’t remember. Don’t ever remember.

And then the door swung open, and Emma stood before him, haloed by the golden light of a California Indian summer afternoon.

“What are you…?” she began, taking two steps toward him with those impossibly long legs of hers. “Are you okay?”

Before he could stop himself, Joe let his forehead drop down to rest on her thin shoulder. A minute. He just needed a minute and then he could talk to her and pretend everything was normal. He breathed in the warm, peaceful scent of the shampoo she used and, just for a moment, he was himself again.