We Traded Spouses With the People Who Wrecked Us
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The receipt was for two coffees, and we only drink one.
That's the detail I keep coming back to, because it wasn't dramatic. It was a crumpled slip in the pocket of Esme's coat while I was checking for her gloves before a cold morning. Two large coffees, a pastry, 6:42 a.m. on a Tuesday she'd told me she was at the gym. I'm not proud of what I did next. I started watching.
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