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Miranda POV

I sit up in my bed and am thankful that it's the weekend. It's been a long, hard week at work, and I can use both the physical and mental rest. I’m even more thankful that I am finally getting through each day without constant reminders of Joel and even though I think I am a long way from being over him, I am able to function a lot better than I was a few weeks ago.

I hear a knock on the front door, Beebs barks, and I move into the living room, curious to see who could be at my house this early on a Saturday. Thinking it’s probably the local neighborhood kids trying to earn some extra money cleaning up yards, I throw on some shorts under my long tee shirt just to make sure they don’t get an eye full.

However, when I open the door, I am not met by the local preteens. Instead, the very reason for my recent misery stands before me.

I stare, shocked, until I can finally form words, “Joel, what are you doing here?”

I should probably be scared. I mean what kind of psych