THE BILLIONAIRE’S BELLA
I said.
She turned the volume up, and suddenly, Billie Eilish filled the car.
I blinked. “Billie? Really?”
She gasped, mock offended. “What, you don’t like her?”
“I do,” I said. “I just… didn’t expect her to be part of a post-trauma recovery soundtrack.”
“Billie heals everything,” she said matter-of-factly. “And you’re welcome.”
I shook my head, laughing as we drove out of the city.
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