![]() ![]() Maddie pulled off her hazmat gloves and dug a pair of yellow rubber ones from under the sink. He kissed her on the crown of the head, then left without a word. Maddie leaned into his warmth and his smell this was fresh, morning Jack, unseasoned by sweat, food, or machinery: The slightly-burned plastic odor that lingered on his jumpsuit, dish soap, fresh coffee grounds, a lingering echo of Listerine and aftershave. For a long moment, they just held each other. Jack sighed he turned, arms enveloping her, and squeezed her tight. There was a thick, messy folder sitting next to the coffee maker, crammed with documents and contact lists, DANNY scrawled in all caps across the cover. She went downstairs and found Jack making coffee in the kitchen, dropping tablespoons of fresh grounds into the filter and pouring cold water in the back, nearly automated himself. There were dreams, but she put them behind her. In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life - It goes on ![]()
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