Reyna’s POV If life had a sense of humor, and I was convinced it did, it would look exactly like my calendar that morning. Promotional exam, check. Interview, same day, why not. Three year anniversary with my boyfriend, Jeremy Hesse, oh, absolutely. Emotional stability, missing. Presumed dead. “Breathe, Rey,” Celine said through FaceTime, her face filling my phone screen while I stood outside the building, clutching my bag like it might run away without me. “You’ve studied. You’re smart. You literally glow under pressure.” “I don’t glow,” I muttered. “I sweat. Aggressively.” She laughed. That familiar, obnoxiously comforting laugh. Celine Gomez, my best friend since elementary school, keeper of my secrets, destroyer of my calm. “Same thing. Glow, sweat, it’s all moisture.” I shook my head, smiling despite myself. “If I fail this exam, I’m blaming you.” “If you pass, you’re buying me wine,” she shot back. “Expensive wine. Promotion level wine.” “Deal,” I said, the
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