DAMI’S POV Alexa insisted on fussing over us the moment we stepped outside. "No. Absolutely not,” she said, blocking the driver’s door before Rhea or I could reach it. “Neither of you is driving in this condition. I already called someone.”I blinked, a little stunned. Alexa, of all people. The Alexa I remembered used to sigh dramatically if she had to pass someone a pen. But this version, she hovered around us like a mother hen with a firstborn child.“Who did you call?” Rhea asked quietly. Her voice sounded thin, like it had been squeezed tightly and was struggling to breathe.“My boyfriend,” Alexa replied, as if that answered everything. “He’s close.”I looked at her properly then her worried eyes, her tense posture, the way she kept glancing at Rhea and then at me. This was not the Alexa I used to know. This one cared deeply. “Are you okay?” I asked Rhea again, searching her face for any clue, any crack, anything that could tell me the truth. She gave the same answer she had bee
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