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Elara walked back to The Starboard. Sal was unlocking the office, a toothpick in his mouth. “You still here?” he asked, not unkindly.

She got up. The floor was cold linoleum. She pulled on a coat over her pajamas—a man’s navy peacoat that was also Paul’s, because she hadn’t packed her own—and stepped outside. Beach House-Thank Your Lucky Stars-2015--Album-...

By the second song, “She’s So Lovely,” she was crying. Not the violent, ugly cry of the first night, but a quiet, leaking thing. It was the line: “It will take time / You know it well.” She thought of Paul’s hands. The way he’d tap his ring on the kitchen counter when he was annoyed. The way she’d stopped looking at his face months ago. Elara walked back to The Starboard

Now, on Friday, she lay on the motel’s floral bedspread, staring at a water stain on the ceiling that looked exactly like a map of a country she’d never visit. Through the thin walls, she heard the couple in the next room fighting. Their voices were low, then sharp, then low again. A rhythm. A tired waltz. She got up

He shrugged. “Lucky stars.”