IsabellaEverything after that call happened in fragments Luca already sliding off the tailgate, already pulling out his own phone; Beckett appearing from somewhere with car keys in hand before Isabella had even finished explaining; the diner’s neon sign blurring past the truck window as they pulled out of the lot faster than she’d ever seen Beckett drive.“It’s three hours,” Isabella said, phone gripped so tight her knuckles had gone white. “Three hours to get home, and I don’t even know what’s wrong yet, my mom just said he collapsed and they don’t know why”“Hey.” Luca’s hand found hers in the back seat, steady, grounding. “Breathe. We’re going to be there as fast as we can.”“You don’t have to come.” She said it automatically, the same reflex that had made her insist she didn’t need his jacket at the boathouse, didn’t need his help with the stipend, didn’t need anyone’s help with anything if she could possibly avoid it. “You have practice tomorrow, you have the show, you have”“Is
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