My phone is still vibrating when I drop onto the couch like my bones gave up on me.I don’t even look at the screen before answering. “I swear if that’s Leo—”“It’s not,” Maya says. “But the way you answered tells me everything already.”I close my eyes and let my head fall back. The ceiling fan spins too fast. Or maybe that’s just my head.“I messed up,” I say. Then, because honesty is a disease, I add, “Or maybe I didn’t. I don’t even know anymore.”Maya hums. Not surprised. Never is. She’s known me since I was broke, angry, and pretending I didn’t care about anything. She knows the version of me that still flinches when someone raises their voice.“Talk,” she says.So I do. I tell her about the party. The overheard conversation. The way Leo looked at me when I called him out. The pause. God, that pause. I tell her how it felt like standing on a bridge that suddenly cracks under your feet.When I’m done, my throat hurts.Maya doesn’t jump in right away. That’s how I know she’s takin
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