My phone had only just confirmed the text was delivered when it started ringing immediately after. I stared at Rich’s name on the screen before turning it off completely and shoving my phone in my crossbody. I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to do both while murdering Rich for making me feel this way. And then I wondered how long before Houston and Loren did the same. How long before they slowly and torturously broke my heart into little pieces too? I felt heavy arms circle my waist, but I fought them. They tightened just before the point when
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