SABRINA’S POV I sat in the back seat of the taxi, knees pressed together, hands twisting in my lap so hard my knuckles ached. The driver hummed along to some staticky radio song, oblivious to the storm raging in my chest. Streetlights flickered past the window in orange streaks, the city blurring into nothing. I couldn’t focus on any of it. All I could feel was the guilt—thick, heavy, sitting in my gut like a rock I couldn’t swallow or spit out. Why hadn’t I called Eric first? Why had I chosen Frank—again? The question looped in my head, over and over, each time sharper than the last. Eric’s voice from the call echoed with it: “Call me when you feel I’m someone important in your life.” The hurt in those words cut deep, like a knife twisting slow. I’d heard it—the crack, the raw edge. And I’d caused it. Me. The girl who was supposed to be falling for him. The girl who’d whispered “I’m yours” in the dark. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching my breath fog it
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