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Chapter 15: The Phone Call

Every sweet gesture Jordan made toward me, now, felt tainted by the guilt of how much we’d hurt Reina. Reina had not returned to lunch, and Jordan and I had eaten our food in uncomfortable silence. When the end-of-lunch bell rang, we stood and Jordan reached, almost by habit, for the strap of my backpack. I pulled away.

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