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“Then I’ll just go to a restaurant and work until they’re gone.”

“Why don’t you just stay and tell them the truth, like I did with my parents?”

“I don’t want to,” she mimics me from a few seconds ago.

“Then I’ll tell them about us.”

Her brown eyes flash into a glare. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would.”

“No, you promised that I could tell my sister on my own time in my own way.”

“You’ve been living with me for two months. Pull the Band-Aid off already.”

“And just when was I supposed to tell her? I haven’t spoken to her since her engagement party.”

There’s visible shock on my face. “You haven’t spoken to your sister, who’s planning her wedding, in almost two months?”

“I’ve been busy,” she snaps.

“No one isthatbusy.”

“Well, I am.”

“I’m surprised that someone who never puts down their phone can’t manage to send her sister a text just to see how she’s doing.”

Her mouth opens, offended by my statement. “Well, not all of us have the luxury of working whenever we feel like it.”

“Don’t blame this on your job. You can’t hide behind that for everything in your life.”

“I’m not hiding behind my job.”

“One thousand percent you are. You use it as a shield so you don’t have to be home with me.”

“Maybe that’s because it’s not my home, remember? You forced me to move out there with you.”

Before I can respond, Abby opens the door and smiles at us. “Hess. Camila. You can come in now.”

Silently, we walk into her office, steaming with irritation. We sit as far apart on her stupid little couch as we can. But it’s no use. Camila might as well be sitting in my lap. I fold my arms and lean toward my side even more. She does the same.

Abby looks back and forth between us. “How did month two go?”

“Fine,” we answer in unison.

“Just fine?”

We both nod.

“Did you do your homework? Get to know each other a little better on a deeper level this past month?”

More nodding.

Her eyes narrow. “Things seem different from last time. Is everything okay?”

“We’re fighting,” I blurt.

“We’re notfighting.” Camila leans forward to set the record straight. “Couples fight, and we’renota couple.”