Julian didn’t apologize immediately. He didn’t promise to change. He just sat there, very still, and then said, “My mother used to say that feelings were just noise. That people who needed to talk about them were weak.”
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“I’m Emma,” she said, because the silence between them felt too loud. Julian didn’t apologize immediately
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