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them. Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered me so much. Maybe it all stemmed from the fact that I never felt like I truly had a real family, and the thought of it for one brief moment made me feel happy. Maybe I was just kidding myself thinking that would ever happen. Maybe I’d never feel whole, and that was just something I had to accept. Tension vibrated through my entire body. I needed to relax. The coffee and chocolate probably weren’t helping matters any.
    Hearing bright laughter from the check-out stand caused me to look up. There with Eliza, I saw Casper’s daughter—Zoey, I thought her name was. Quickly, I closed my book and gathered my things.
    The two were engaged in conversation, and I kept waiting for a break to interject. “Hey, Mallory, do you need something else?” Eliza asked, her false lashes fluttering at me.
    “Oh no, thanks,” I focused on Zoey. “Could I, um, ask you something?”
    She placed her hand to her chest. “Me?”
    “Yeah, we met, well, sort of met the other day. At your dad’s apartment?” I phrased it as a question to see if she had any clue of who I was.
    Her eyes studied me for a moment. “Oh wait, you’re the one who helps with the dogs, right?”
    “Mallory. Yes. That’s me. You had mentioned something about a yoga studio that day—”
    She nodded. “Zen. It’s on Main Street. About a five-minute walk from here. They’re great. They have classes every hour, and you can just walk in.”
    “Cool, thanks.”
    Taking a sip from her iced coffee, she politely smiled as I walked past her. When I began to push the door open to exit, I heard her call to me. “Don’t forget to be peaceful!”
    When I looked back, she winked at me. She was obviously making fun of her dad’s favorite catchphrase. But a little peace was just what I was looking for.
     
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    At nine forty-five, I left the bookstore where I’d been killing time and walked next door to Zen. Luckily, I was already in yoga appropriate clothing: t-shirt and yoga pants. A low chime rang out as I opened the door. A girl with dark black hair that draped all across her back sat at a small desk.
    “Hi. I’m looking to take the ten a.m. class?” I asked permission.
    She grabbed a clipboard and placed it in front of me. “Fill this out. That’s forty-five for the class and a five dollar mat fee if you don’t already have one.”
    “Oh, okay. Yeah, I don’t have a mat.” I began filling out my information card. Who to contact in case of emergency? How intense was this class? “Is this a relaxing class?”
    “That will be fifty for today. And all yoga is relaxing.” She took my debit card and swiped it through the machine. From my observation, this girl was not very Zen. “Place your shoes and your purse over there by the wall.”
    “But that’s right by the front door. Isn’t that sort of inviting someone to come in and steal it?”
    She arched a perfectly plucked brow at me. “We lock the door at the beginning of class. Your items are perfectly safe. And absolutely no cell phones in the studio.” With that she ducked under the desk only to appear a moment later with a purple yoga mat, which she handed to me.
    Though uncomfortable, I placed my shoes and purse in the line with the others by the front wall, knowing that anyone looking in through the large front window could have a field day. Door locked or not it wouldn’t be hard to break that glass if they were really desperate. Fiona always said I went straight for the worst-case scenario. Either way, I shoved my phone snugly inside my bra before walking into class.
    Class consisted of a lot of focused breathing and gentle stretching. Nothing that seemed too different than what I could do at home. At one point, we were in tabletop position, on hands and knees, and all I could think about was this guy Drew that I dated who only wanted to have sex from behind. If it had been good sex, I guess I wouldn’t have cared, but the fact that he could only be