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“I will return.”
“Elsie.”
The bakery manager recognized me. I left my phone number and a short note asking Sloane to call if she wanted to talk. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting anything.
An hour later, my phone rang.
Before I knew it, I was sitting across from Sloane in a small park two blocks away. She seemed nervous. I understood why.
“Ryan told you.”
It wasn’t a question.
I nodded.
For several seconds, Sloane stared at her coffee. Then she laughed softly. There was no joy in that sound.
The phrase surprised me.
