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The same fucking watch Xay wore damn near every day.

My stomach dropped.

Not pregnancy nausea either.

Something colder.

“Heather.”

“Hm?”

I didn’t turn around yet.

“Whose hoodie is this?”

Silence.

I turned.

Heather was standing at the kitchen island looking at me.

Her eyes went from me to the hoodie.

Then back to me.

“Oh. Xay left that.”

Everything inside me went still.

“When?”

She shrugged. “Last time he came by.”

Last time.

Not when he came by.

Last time.

I looked at the watch again.

“And his watch?”

Heather’s face changed slightly.

“What about it?”

I looked at her.

“Why the fuck Xavier’s shit in your house?”

Her eyebrows lifted.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Because he left it.”