I didn’t sleep properly.Again.At this point, I wasn’t even pretending I would.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, replaying parts of what I read last night.Not all of it.Just the parts that stuck.The parts that didn’t feel like fiction.The parts that felt… familiar.I turned onto my side.“…you’re overthinking,” I muttered to myself.Then immediately frowned.“Great. Now I sound like him.”That was worse.Way worse.I sat up, dragging a hand down my face.“Okay. Enough.”Because today wasn’t about the manuscript.Not entirely.Today was about Zoey.And the message she sent wasn’t optional.No excuses.Yeah.That sounded like her.The drive felt longer than it should have.Not because of traffic.Just because I kept thinking.Which, apparently, was my new personality.I pulled up outside the café Zoey had sent.Sat there for a second.Then sighed.“…this is going to be fun.”It wasn’t.Not even a little.Zoey was already there.Of course she was.She always got plac
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