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I’m not sure how long I stood staring after him—the wake of his anger deafening as I slowly found the strength to peel my feet from the tiled floor. By the time my hand touched the cool glass of the front door, my shock had shifted to blinding anger. Anger that seared into the
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The thumps of my feet hitting the pavement were a much-needed salve being smoothed over the frayed ends of my nerves—each crunch of loose gravel working to push together the loose threads and prepare me for the rest the day. I sucked down a breath of air more dramatically than I needed to since
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“So, I’ll see you soon,” Henry’s words bounced around in my mind, followed almost immediately by the echo of Jenna’s “Of course she will!” before she’d tossed me a wink and slid into her car. Her engine roared to life, and my eyes traveled quickly back across the parking lot to where Henry stood—grinning
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Hey lovely readers! It’s been a minute—or, okay, three weeks—and I’ve missed this little corner of the internet. School started back up for me, and I’ve been drowning in the ocean of student emails and class prep (send help). But I’m back, and so are Evie, Jenna, and Henry! Thanks for being patient while I
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Author’s Note: Hi lovely readers! I know it’s been a week since my last update, and I’m so sorry for the radio silence. Life got a little chaotic, but I’m back! Thank you for your patience and for coming back to check on Evie. Your support means the world to both of us. Now, let’s
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Lunch ticked by like the minutes spent in a dentist’s chair—smiles and warm welcomes followed by the pressure of a needle pushing its way through your gums as you wait, praying that it doesn’t burst through the other side of your face. Then somewhere in the middle, you grow numb—mouth hanging open as the
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I stood in the driveway for another moment, running through all the words Kyle had said. What was all of that? Had he been mad I had a date? Well, I mean I didn’t have one, but still. I shook my head. There’s no way. I released a sigh and pushed away my thoughts
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The fan whirred over me. I think it had made at least 600 laps by now. The blades wobbled slightly, and the base shifted more than it should have. I should run it on low—the landlord said as much when he showed me the house, but there was something satisfying about the noise and
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Kyle. Kyle was here. Standing in front of me. Staring down at me like he hadn’t been missing for months. I knew it was me that I was seeing reflected back in his eyes, but the shape didn’t feel like me. The me staring back was who I had always been. Kyle’s. “Hello?”
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I was sitting in the parking lot of The Watershed, the blood from my knuckles draining down the fingers still curled around the leather of the steering wheel. You can do this. My brain had been whispering those four words for the better part of five minutes, but somehow, they weren’t enough to allow
Ink & Interruptions 