I don’t miss a beat, and I don’t stumble for a single step. Sweeping the phone out of her hand, I say, “I bought you all new ones, sweetie.” I take her into my arms and breathe in the scent of her. She smells different today, and it’s probably because she didn’t shower at home.
I don’t care. She’s still Callie Michaels, and I’m still in love with her.
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