“Bex, hey. Your mom said you were on your way.” She knows this guy? I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. I inch closer to Bex. “Kyle,” Bex says. “How bad is it?” How does she know this guy? Did she go to high school with him? He grimaces. “It could be worse. The fire was upstairs, mostly.” Bex glances at the building, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “Upstairs? The apartment?” “Your mom will need to stay somewhere else while the damage is fixed. Smoke ruins more than you’d think.” “Was there any damage to the diner?” I ask. Kyle glances over at me. “Who’s this?” “I’m James.” I hold out my
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