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I’d even deactivated my Facebook account a couple of years ago because I was so sick of seeing the meme used in comment threads. Now I mostly used social media for business reasons and kept a locked-down Instagram for my friends.
It still wasn’t enough to keep that meme from haunting me, but it had quieted the ghost in the last few years.
What would Miles think when he made the connection? He owed me the biggest apology in the world, but I hadn’t wanted it if it meant him realizing it wasmehe owed it to.
Chapter Nine
Isurfaced from sleepto a sound it took me a moment to place.
My doorbell? No one had rung it in the two years I’d been living here.
I blinked in the morning sunlight a few times and waited. A few seconds later, I heard it again, muffled but loud enough to wake me up.
“Go away.” But whoever it was wouldn’t be able to hear me. I struggled upright and groped along my nightstand until I found my glasses and checked my phone. It was after nine, but it wasn’t like I had to show up at the office if I didn’t want to.
I’d washed away the embarrassment of yesterday with a cool shower, thrown my wet hair into the bun half-slipping down my head now, and fallen asleep watchingThe Bachelor.
The doorbell rangagain.
“Coming!” I shouted, mostly because I was annoyed. It wasn’t like they could hear that either.
I pulled the elastic out of my hair and shuffled toward the front door.
“Gabrielle Jones?” Miles called.
I froze with my hand on the doorknob. I didn’t feel like seeing Miles Crowe. The only thing on my to-do list for work today had been handing him off to one of the other agents.
“Ellie? Miss Mary says you didn’t come down for coffee this morning, and that means you haven’t left yet.”
“Miss Mary doesn’t know everything,” I grumbled.
“Ellie?”
“What, Miles?”
“Can you open the door?”
