That night, I held her for the last time.
I couldn't let her know, so I wasn't able to make it extra special, beyond the fact it would be the last time she was in my arms.
If anything, she was in a mood, bad day at work apparently, so she didn't particularly want to be held, but she tolerated it for half an hour while we watched a sitcom episode we'd seen a half dozen times already.
Then she went to bed, and I stayed up to clean up.
Which involved starting a fire and leaving for my alibi.
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