REINASofia called at nine.I'd been sitting on my bed staring at the wall and not thinking about any of the things I was thinking about, and her name on my screen felt like a rope thrown into deep water.I picked up before the second ring."Hey." Her voice was warm"Hey," I said."You sound tired.""I'm fine.""Reina.""I'm a little tired."She made a sound that meant she didn't believe me and was choosing to let it go, which was its own kind of kindness.Then she told me about her week, the university program, a professor she found annoying, a girl in her cohort who'd become something more than a study partner, the way the city looked at night from her window.I lay back on my pillow and listened and let her voice fill the room."You're not talking," she said after a while."I'm listening.""You're being weird.""I'm always weird.""You're being a different kind of weird." A pause. She had good instincts, Sofia. Always had. "Are you okay?I thought about the honest answer. About the
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