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Chapter 3

Author: WeeWoo
The next day, I put a few things in a paper bag and drove to Chloe's new apartment.

Jack was inside.

He was on a stepladder installing curtains, a pencil between his teeth. Chloe stood below, holding the ladder for him.

"A little more to the left," she said. "The morning light will hit the bed."

"Like this?"

"Mm, perfect."

He looked down and smiled at her.

I'd seen that smile before.

Freshman year, I was waiting for the school bus in the rain. He pulled up to the curb, dangled his keys through the window, and said, "Get in. You can pick the music today."

I knocked on the open door.

Jack saw me and blinked.

"What are you doing here?"

I took the medal out of the paper bag.

The first youth league medal he'd won when he was twelve. After the game, he'd shoved it through the fence and told me it was safer with me.

"Returning this."

He came down the ladder.

"Why?"

"I'm leaving. I'm packing."

"Going to California isn't moving to the moon."

He took it and tossed it into the junk basket by the entryway. The medal hit the keys with a clink.

"Since you're here, help me hold the cabinet. Chloe wants it by the window."

I didn't move.

Chloe quickly said, "It's fine. Vivian's probably busy. She still has to pack."

"She packs fast," Jack said. "When we used to go out, she was the last one up and the first one in the car."

He remembered.

He remembered everything.

"Find someone else to help you," I said.

Jack finally looked up.

"It's just holding a cabinet."

"I said no."

I turned and walked toward the parking lot.

Behind me, Chloe asked quietly, "Is she still mad at me?"

Jack's answer was still clear.

"Let her cool off for a couple of days. She won't stay like this forever."

---

Ethan was in the studio he'd converted from his garage.

Costumes he'd made for the school drama club hung on the walls. Fabric and his pre-college portfolio were spread across the table.

When he saw the sketchbook I set down, he finally stopped his scissors.

"Why did you bring this?"

"Returning it."

He opened the first page.

It was a wedding dress sketch from sophomore year. We'd just been to his sister's wedding, and I'd casually said I didn't want to wear a dress someone else picked.

Ethan had started drawing that night. Even Claude didn't know.

"I told you, this was for you."

"I know."

"Then why give it back?"

I looked at the girl on the page.

Eighteen months ago, I'd seriously discussed with him how long the hem should be.

"Because I don't plan on waiting to wear it anymore."

The studio door pushed open.

Chloe came in holding two dresses, one light blue, one cream.

"Ethan, which one for the birthday party? Hunter says he wants to take a lot of photos."

Ethan took the hangers and had her stand by the window.

I picked up the empty paper bag.

I was almost at the door when he called after me.

"Vivian, don't turn everything into an ultimatum. Everyone's tired enough already."

I didn't answer.

Hunter was just coming in from outside and nearly collided with me.

"Just the person I was looking for."

He handed me a hard drive.

I recognized the casing with the faded sticker. It held all the videos we'd taken growing up.

Hunter had been the one with a camera since middle school. I'd edited his game highlights, his campaign videos, our summer trips.

"Make Chloe a birthday video," he said. "We'll play it the night after tomorrow. Not too long. Five or six minutes."

I looked down at the hard drive.

"She's not in these videos."

"That's why I'm asking you. Shoot some extra footage, edit in what works."

"What counts as works?"

"Beach, birthday cake, going out together. Use fewer shots of yourself. She's the main character."

Chloe stood inside the studio and didn't say anything.

I gripped the paper bag handle tighter.

"You want to use my birthdays to make her coming-of-age video?"

Hunter frowned.

"No one's stealing your birthday. She doesn't have many photos from when she was little. We just want the video to feel lively."

"Then film her life now."

"Vivian."

Ethan set down the dress.

"She's already upset enough. You don't have to refuse even this small favor."

I put the hard drive back in Hunter's hand.

"I can organize the footage she appears in. The rest, no."

Hunter didn't catch it properly. The drive nearly slipped.

He looked at me like he was seeing for the first time that I could also make things difficult.
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