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The next morning, Blake left for “work,” kissed me, and said, “Love you, babe.”
As soon as his car pulled away, I grabbed his phone again.
Every message. Every plan.
Every “darling.” Every “delete this.”
Then I called Harper.
I kept my voice light. Almost cheerful.
“Hey,” I said. “Just checking.
The reveal box is ready for Saturday, right?”
Harper didn’t even hesitate. “Yep! All set.
You’re going to freak out.”
“You always take care of me,” I said.
A tiny pause.
“Of course,” she said. “I’m your sister.”
After I hung up, I cried once. Ugly and fast, like my body needed to dump the poison.
Then I wiped my face and got practical.
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