rong. Too bright. M

rk, cold. I wasn't

rter. My tiny, slig

, not from pain, but fr

heart hammered against

. The one I shared, f

my nightstand read

memory. The day befo

voice, sickeningly sweet,

y throat dry.

there. My collection of thrift-

was

ressed in her trendy boutique assistant un

ad. So, about

ght. I knew w

thinking, since your Mustang is, l

ecting me to fill in

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efore I could thin

smile faltering. "No?

sica. You can't

t up. "Seriously, Em? What's your

oice was steady, a stark contr

dy in his greasy auto shop uniform

shoulder, a gesture I'd once found

said to me, then to

" Jessica pouted, leaning into him. "I

ild reproof. "Yeah, Em, what's the big dea

the easy intimacy between them

blind. This time, my

and still on her arm, at t

my voice like ice. "You