Bianca’s pov“Hello,” I say, but the reality of the hour crashes down on me immediately. It is the middle of the night, and I have no business calling anyone, least of all a man I hardly know. “I am so sorry. I do not know what I was thinking. I am going to hang up now.”Before my thumb can find the button, his voice stops me. “Do not.”The ease in his tone, as if we do this every day, makes me still. I stare at the dark ceiling, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. There is a profound comfort in his voice, a sense that I am not drowning alone in this fucking disaster I call my life.“Talk to me, Bianca,” Julian says.“I dialed the wrong number,” I lie, wincing at how pathetic it sounds. “Fine. I had a nightmare and I grabbed my phone. Yours was the first contact I saw.”He laughs, a low, pleasant sound. “A nightmare, was it? Were there monsters?”I roll my eyes, a useless gesture in the dark. “Something like that.”A brief silence falls, and I hear the rustle of movement on his end. “
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