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Without another word, Lilly grabs her phone and dials. I can hear the faint ring, then Noah’s voice low, calm and controlled.“Where are you?” she asks.“In my study,” he replies.My head snaps up. He’s here? He’s been here this whole time? I didn’t even know he was home. He didn’t text, didn’t knoc
For a while, Lilly and I just sit there, both lost in our thoughts. Outside, a bird chirps, startling me a little.Lilly finally exhales, running her fingers through her hair. “You know, Sierra,” she says softly, “you can keep saying you’re over him, but I don’t think you are.”I groan quietly, lean
“But what if it does happen?” she echoes. “You’re telling me that after everything, after all these years, you don’t feel anything for him? Even a tiny bit?”“I got over the love I had for him, Lilly.” I say quietly, forcing the words out even though they scrape against something raw inside me.Ther
The silence that follows after Brook leaves feels like a living thing. For a long moment, I just stand there, staring at the wood grain of the door as if I could still see her face on the other side. Her words linger, crawling under my skin like invisible ants, biting and burning. My chest feels too
I should be used to it. After all, I’ve heard those words said to me so many times. Even Noah himself has said them to me, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. It still fucking hurts like a bitch to hear them. “He belongs to Chloe—” “Stop,” I say, venom curdling into my throat. “Don’t use her a
The card is heavier than I expect when I pick it up, or maybe it’s just my overthinking brain. My fingers are trembling from a tremor that roots itself in the base of my skull and spreads out like a warning. I push the other cards aside with the heel of my palm as if I can shove the unease away.







