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It was a text from my best friend, Jenna: “Are you home right now?”
I wiped my glove on my thigh and texted back:
I’ve got chicken in the oven and buttery mashed potatoes.”
I imagined Jenna smiling as she read that, contemplating coming over for dinner.
“Penelope, Jace, and I are at dinner. Eric’s here. We’re at Romano’s.”
I blinked at the screen. Romano’s? That was our place for birthdays, anniversaries, and date nights…
back when we still bothered to do any of that.
“What do you mean, Jen? Who is he with?”
I waited in silence as I watched the three dots appear on my screen… and then the truth.
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