Mandie watched Charlie as he paced their tiny living room, medical flashcards clutched in his hands. His dark hair looked like he’d just come in from the beach, tousled as it was from how he kept running his fingers through it, and his eyes had that glazed look that came from too much studying.
“Quiz me again,” he said.
“Honey, you’ve been at this for hou…
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