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“Look how cute this is.” She grinned.

“It’s very cute. Do you want to buy it?” I smiled.

“Yeah. I do.” She tossed it into the cart. “We need to go to the home section.”

“Why?”

“I want to look at pillows.”

“For what?” I arched my brow.

“To sleep on.” She cocked her head. “Mine isn’t comfortable anymore.”

“How is that possible when you barely sleep on it?” I asked as we headed to the home section.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ninety percent of the night and time, your head is on my chest. You don’t need a new pillow. Yours is fine.”

She stopped the cart in the middle of the aisle and stared at me.

“What?”

“You’re afraid that my new pillow will be too comfortable, and I won’t need your chest anymore.” She grinned.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dr. Roman.”

I walked ahead of her and stopped when I noticed she wasn’t following me.

* * *

Charlotte

Flashes began going off in my head again, so I stopped and breathed through them.

“Charlotte, what’s wrong?” Conner ran over.

“Right here. This spot. This is where we met.”

He looked around. “Oh yeah. It is.” A grin crossed his lips.

“You were yelling at me.”

“I was defending my—wait a minute. Are you remembering that?”

“Bits and pieces. You told me I wasn’t nice or normal?” I cocked my head.

“You weren’t at that time. Come on, babe. Let’s keep moving.”

“Conner, you said—”

“Keep moving along, Charlotte. Keep moving along.” He stood behind me, grabbed the cart, and pushed me away from that area.

After we put our things from Target away, I went upstairs and hung out over the toilet for a while because I felt like I was going to be sick. I never knew when it would hit, but when it did, it hit hard.

“Ah, your favorite spot,” Conner said when he walked into the bathroom.

“Emilia said she feels a little nauseous when she first wakes up, and then it’s gone in ten minutes, and she’s fine the rest of the day. Why can’t I be like that?”

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