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It’s going.
Will you be okay? Do I need to run over there?
That isn’t the best idea.
You have a window.
Were you recently bitten by a spider? Because that idea is even worse.
Ladders exist.
No.
Noted.
Crisis averted.
What are you doing?
Texting you. Obviously.
Why don’t you try to do something to get your mind off of everything? Maybe watch a movie?
Nah. I feel like painting, but I threw everything away.
No, you didn’t.
You literally saw me throw it away.
There’s a possibility someone grabbed it.
My heart skips. Did he really save my collection of paints and brushes?
If you’re joking, I’m going to cry.
I’m not joking, I swear. I’ll set them outside your house right now.
Thanks, but you can do it tomorrow?
I thought you wanted to paint?
I’d rather do this instead.
Talk to me?
I pause. My fingers hover above the screen as my heart starts to race.
Yes.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Mom knocks.I can sense the hesitation through the door as if she’s worried I won’t want to see her.
“Yes?”
“Can I come in?” she asks.
I don’t want to talk about last night. If anything, I want to pretend like it never happened. That way I can go back to being the daughter who never shares her feelings, and Mom can go back to pretending like everything's okay.
