Annie's P.O.VI yanked my phone from my jacket pocket with shaky fingers, my screen slick with sweat, my breathing heaving and unsteady. I didn’t even hesitate—my thumb hovered over Bryan’s name, and I hit send.Annie: Hey, are you home?He replied almost instantly.Bryan: Yeah. You okay?Annie: No. Can I come over?There was a short pause. My heart pounded as I waited.Bryan: Yeah. Sending you the address now.Seconds later, it popped up. I didn’t even think. I started walking. No destination had felt right until now. Not home. Not Gabby’s. Just… him.---The neighborhood he lived in was quiet, nestled between rows of sleepy houses with trimmed hedges and basketball hoops that looked untouched. When I got to the door, I barely registered the nervous flutter in my chest before I knocked.Bryan opened it almost immediately.He looked surprised—but not in the uncomfortable, awkward way. More like he was relieved I’d actually come."Hey," he said, voice soft. "Come in."I walked in, bar
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