I left the hospital later that afternoon.Sebastian did not leave with me because the coaching staff had already called him three separate times demanding he return to the arena for final practice before the game.“Tomorrow night,” he said before letting go of my hand outside the hospital entrance.“Tomorrow night,” I repeated.He looked like he wanted to say more, but the car waiting by the curb honked once. He glanced toward it, then back at me.“Eat something before you go home,” he said.“I’m not a child.”“You fainted twice in one week.”“That doesn’t make me a child.”“No, it makes you stubborn.”I should have been annoyed, but the familiar rhythm of arguing with him made my chest ache in a soft, unbearable way. It felt like reaching for an old sweater and finding it still fit.“I’ll eat,” I said.Only then did he get into the car.I watched his car disappear into traffic before turning back toward the sidewalk.“Clara.”I turned around.Camila stood several feet away wearing a d
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