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I shake my head. “I’m not.”

“I bet she’s dropping into your DMs now.”

“Nah, she was married three months later. They have a kid, one on the way, a dog, the perfect house—exactly what she told she wanted, and she accepted that life gladly. My head was fucked up about it for a very long time.”

When we hear Ellie whine, we laugh.

“Guess it’s time to go.”

Downstairs, we gather up the candles, toss them in the bag that she brought them in, and head out.

“You ever gonna start sleeping in the house?”

She shrugs. “Yeah?”

“Bet Rome and CeCe would like that.”

“Fine.”

14

Inside

Jillian

I wake up later than I’d hoped and blame it on the comfort of being inside the house.

I take a quick shower and hurry out to the kitchen as Rome is heading out the door.

“Hey, where you going?”

“Car shopping,” he answers.

“Something happen to your truck?”

“Nope,” is all he says, and I know that means he’s hiding something.

I quickly realize what it is. “No.”

“Oh, you think I’m getting you a car?”

I set my fists on my hips. “I have a job. I’ll get my car?—”

“Blown motor, transmission’s shot. It would cost ten grand to make her safe.”

My heart sinks, but I’m not going to get all sentimental about it when the boys are all here.

“You know what doesn’t cost ten grand?”

He rolls his eyes. “What’s that?”

“Nike sneakers and public transportation.”

“CeCe and I are going to look for a new car for her. She wants a bigger SUV.” He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and tosses them to me. “I bought hers for you. Paid what the trade-in was going to be. We’re scrapping yours.”

“We can’t.” I hold my hand to my heart.

“It’s either that or take it to Virginia so he can have that, too.”

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