check on me instead. Listen, I really don’t need babysitters.” My heart explodes in my chest, my mind racing at what he’s saying; at what that means. “When did—” I clear my throat. “When did you talk to James?” “Almost every freaking day since I’ve been here, Wendy. That’s what I’m trying to say. It’s a little overbearing.”
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