Chapter 6 Swipe Left, Says the Comatose Man

“Everything okay?” Julian asked.

Sunday’s wrist still tingled where August’s fingers had been wrapped around it. “Yogurt.”

Julian paused. “Yogurt?”

“I left some in my car.”

She had not, Julian glanced toward the windows. “It’s ninety degrees outside.”

“Exactly, there’s a very small window between yo...

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