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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: I hope this chapter was worth the wait! Thank you for sticking with me and Evie’s chaotic little world. Now… let’s talk about that Henry text. My eyes felt glued shut, as if the night’s remnants had stitched my lashes to my cheeks. The crust that had built up over the hours
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Jenna was practically halfway through my bag of Doritos when I returned from my room. I’d found a pair of pajama shorts, mostly clean, bunched up near the foot of my bed, and, knowing Jenna, I opted for those instead of digging through my drawers for something a little cleaner. Now, I was
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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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My eyes were locked on the front door that stood three feet in front of me—the doorknob seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. You can do this. I took a step toward the door but found myself frozen again as the past leaked out from around the door. Family dinners spent wedged
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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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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
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