The thought of not you
"Maria?"
"Yola..." Maria’s voice came through the line, thick, cracked, and completely raw from crying. She sounded entirely broken, stripped of the defensive, sharp armor she had worn at the coffee shop. "Yola, please... please don't hang up on me. I know I don't have the right to ask for anything right now. I know I completely ruined everything, but... can you meet me? Just for twenty minutes. Please. I’m at the old parlor—the ice cream shop near your house. The one we used to go to after high school graduation. Please, Yola. I just need to tell you the truth."
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