It was a text—a text from a normal telephone number. A Texas area code. It’s Molly. Can we talk when u have the time? Please. A little tremor went down my arm as I stared at the message. Molly hadn’t contacted me since I left Texas. Nothing from her and the texts before that were never this friendly, even though this didn’t scream best friends forever. I immediately texted back. Yes. Call you this evening. Several minutes passed as I stared at the phone. Molly had texted back with an okay, and I was still stunned. “Everything okay?” Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back. Concern pinched
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