AIDENS POV.Marcus was still on the line, talking about something, maybe his new outfit or whatever show he was binging, but I couldn’t focus. My head felt heavy like I had too many tabs open at once. I kept saying “yeah,” “uh-huh,” just to fill the silence, but nothing stuck. My mind kept drifting back to earlier — to Devin — to that stupid argument that still burned in my head. I hated that it did. I hated that he still got to me.Marcus’ voice softened, like he could tell I was miles away. “You there, baby?”“Yeah,” I said, too fast, clearing my throat. My voice came out dry. “Just thinking.” I didn’t even know what to do. Everything, maybe. The shit with Stella, the house, Devin walking around like he owned the place.“You sound tired,” Marcus said. “Are you working too much again?”“Something like that,” I answered. My hands itched, restless. “Got this trip in two days. Some business things Stella needs help with.” I rubbed at the bridge of my nose, trying to sound casual. “It’
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