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LUKE

ā€œI thought so.ā€ She sighs heavily. ā€œLook. I don’t want to ruin your day, or anything. But I have to tell you something.ā€

The tone of her voice is scarily sombre. ā€œYes?ā€ When she doesn’t respond, alarm bells start ringing. ā€œAmy, what is it?ā€

ā€œI saw her kissing Josh earlier,ā€ she says. ā€œBehind the roses. I thought you’d want to know.ā€

My shoulders ease, relief flooding through me. ā€œI see.ā€

She stares at me. Clearly, she was expecting a more dramatic response.

ā€œThat’s it?ā€ She asks, incredulo
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