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worse.

“Melissa doesn’t know.”

I stared at him.

“Ryan.”

“Every morning, I put on my shirt and tie like I’m going to work. Then I sit in a coffee shop until five.”

He rubbed his face.

“I send applications. I’ve had two interviews. Neither went anywhere.”

I thought about all the times I had seen him checking his phone.

“The appointments.”

“I was applying for continue reading …