Tamine’s POVThe dial tone hummed in my ear, a flat, robotic drone that sounded entirely too loud in the quiet coffee shop breakroom.I stared at the screen of my phone. Call Ended. My hands were shaking so violently I nearly dropped the device. I had heard the heavy metal door slam. I had heard the man’s voice roaring Evans’s last name. And then, a sickening crunch before the line went completely dead."Hey, new girl. You've been on your fifteen-minute break for twenty minutes."Marcus pushed the breakroom door open, wiping his hands on a bar towel. He stopped dead when he saw my face."Whoa," Marcus said, dropping the towel. He stepped closer, his sarcastic barista persona instantly vanishing. "Jordan, you look like you just watched a car crash. What happened? Are you hurt?""No," I choked out, my voice entirely stripped of moisture. "I'm not hurt. My boyfriend... he’s in Boston. He just got caught sneaking a phone call to me.""Caught by who?" Marcus frowned, leaning against the do
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