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Fiona Rolling over, I feel for Ethan. I open my eyes and look around the room, feeling a sense of déjà vu hits me when I find myself alone. However, after I sit up, I notice a piece of paper on the bedside table with a set of keys. My stomach flips as I scramble across the bed, grabbing the note and reading it. Fiona, I had to leave early for a meeting, but I didn’t want to wake you. Feel free to use my shower if you want, but if not, take your time getting ready at home. I’ll handle the office until you get there. Let me know when you make it home and when you’re headed to the office. Ethan Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I can’t help but roll over, giggling and kicking my feet at the sweet note. After I’m done freaking out about Ethan’s change in attitude, I gather what