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Jake waited for Fiona to drive home and tiptoe into bed. He listened while she reached under the pillow and touched the photos he had placed there.
“So you found them,” she said, knowing he was awake.
“Yes, cleverly hidden in your jewelry box,” Jake said.
“So you know.”
“I’ll move out in the morning and you can live your life as you wish,” Jake said.
“But this is the life I want,” Fiona said. “I just want … more.”
“I’ve given all I can. There’s nothing left.”
“But it’s Christmas. Stay.”
“I can’t,” Jake said and began packing.