Bitter Orange

I stood while he dropped everything to squeeze hold of her, bend her backwards, and kiss her. I didn’t think about it until much later but often when I saw them together it was as though everything they did had been rehearsed, not because they had me as an audience but so they could believe in a more perfect version of themselves.

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Bitter Orange, p. 250
By Claire Fuller
Published 2018 by Tin House Books