I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone.The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?"That voice—I knew it.It was Nina. Eighteen.Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love.I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?"She hesitated. "Who is this?"I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"She coughed, surprised. "How do you know that?"Just like I thought.I shut my eyes, fighting the sting in my chest. "Don't do it. Twelve years from now, you'll break his heart."Silence.Then she fired back, sharp and sure. "No way!"I could almost see her face—young, stubborn, full of fire.Back then, she loved hard. She had no clue who she'd become.I glanced down, ready to say more—but the door swung open.I hung up fast, shoved the phone in my pocket, played it cool.Right before the line cut, I swear I heard her mumb
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