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“I…” Ethan takes a deep breath. “I don’t think I…” Ethan can’t finish the sentence.

Layla stands there back to Ethan, not saying a word. Slowly, she glances over her shoulder, tears in her eyes.

“I understand.”

“I’m sorry.” Ethan sighs, feeling like he let her down.

Layla sighs in kind, then turns towards the door. “It’s okay, Ethan.”

And with that she walks out the door, shoes and glasses in hand.