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.
Chapter 15: The Phone Call
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