When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

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“What’s that?”

He stared at the tote bin. “You told me the truth. And then you showed me what to do with it.”

His voice cracked on the last word.

I looked away so he wouldn’t see what his honesty did to me.

Outside, the wind pushed snow against the windows like a reminder.

Kyle rubbed his hands together. “Also,” he added, trying to lighten it, “for the continue reading …