Page 118 of Never Your Girl

FragileLikeABomb

Always.

Me

Feels like my life’s been blown apart.

Three dots appear, and I find myself leaning forward, my heart inexplicably racing as I wait for her reply.

FragileLikeABomb

Must be something in the air. Same here. Everything’s falling apart.

Her words hit like a jolt of electricity. I hesitate, debating whether to take this conversation where my mind is already going. But I can’t stop myself.

Me

The girl I’ve been seeing is amazing, but...

FragileLikeABomb

But what?

Something about her response makes my heart thump hard.

Me

I’m not sure I can trust her. She was keeping shit from me.

The pause feels endless. I grip the phone tighter as my pulse pounds in my ears. When her message comes through, it hits like a punch.

FragileLikeABomb

Trust is hard. Especially when you’re afraid of getting hurt. But if she’s worth it, you’ll find a way to work it out.

I stare at the screen, her words circling in my head. There’s something about the way she writes, the understanding in her tone. It feels... familiar.

Too familiar.

For a second, I wonder...

Could FragileLikeABomb and the girl I can’t stop thinking about be the same person?

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thought.

No fucking way.

That’s impossible.

It has to be, right?

As I start the car, the pieces keep trying to align themselves. The timing of her messages. The way she gets me. How she always seems to know exactly what to say.

Maybe impossible isn’t the right word anymore.

After all, I just found out I have a brother.

What’s one more life-changing revelation?

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