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Closing the car door with her hip, Rachel passes me one of the grocery bags she’s holding.
“Remind me why you want to cook so much tonight?” I huff as I take another bag in my other hand.
“Because Lik said he had a long day of classes, and he also had an argument with Xi. Do you ever check the group chat?”
The one she called ‘the fantastic four’ because she likes giving names to group chats, creating them, and sending gifs and emojis. She’s cute like that.
“He argues with his brother every day,” I mumble.
We walk up the porch, and she takes out her keys to the cabin.
I can’t believe we just casually moved in over the span of two months, as if this wasn’t meant to be Sam and Lik’s cabin in the first place.
“I swear you’ve been in such a mood today. Can you lighten up a little bit?” she scolds me as she opens the door.
How could I? Every minute I remind myself that they might be the last with the woman I love. I didn’t even get to see the other two today. Lik has been in classes all day, and I couldn’t even be bothered to go.
Sam has given no news at all, and none of us know where he is. Or maybe Lik knows and he’s not telling us.
We put the bags down on the kitchen table, and Rachel starts putting everything away while I look at my phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes.
I’m staring at a text from Aaron that he sent me the day after I went to see him.
Aaron: I told him you needed more time. He said he’d think about it.
My multiple, desperate texts to him got me no answers.
Rose: Have you heard anything back?
Rose: Is he coming today?
Rose: I need another day. I just want to talk to Sam about it.
I see three dots appear on my screen, and my heart jumps.
Aaron: Why didn’t you talk to them about this before?
I start to type then stop. My thumbs over my keyboard before I finally tell the truth.
Rose: Because you were right. I don’t know how I feel about Viktor. They would hate me for that, and I don’t want to lose them.
Stupid. Since I’m going to lose them anyway.
I hear nothing else from him. No more clues.
“I bought everything I need to do my lasagna, or I thought we could make fried chicken? He loves fried chicken. I think he prefers the lasagna, though.”
“We?” I say as I peer up.
She rolls her eyes playfully. “Well, me, of course. But you can stand by and sample everything like you usually do. Off my lips, preferably.”
There’s a noise by the front door, and I jump off my seat, bringing my hand to the back of my jeans to grab the gun I’ve tucked there. Then, there’s creaking on the porch.
“What’s that noise?” I whisper hurriedly.
“Rose!” Rachel squeaks. “Why do you have your gun on you? Have you had it all day?!”
My eyes are trained on the kitchen’s open door as I slowly advance toward it.
