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Two.
Three.
Then—
Stella:I’m fine, Romeo. Go back to your Texas girl.
Relief hits first.
Then something sharper.
She’s not my Texas girl.
Immediate reply.
Really? Come on, Vale. I’m smarter than that.
A small smile pulls at my mouth.
You always were.
Pause.
Then—
So what is she?
I stare at the screen.
Because I don’t have a clean answer.
Someone who needed me.
Dots appear.
Disappear.
Come back.
Funny. That’s kind of your thing, isn’t it?
That lands.
What’s that supposed to mean?
You like girls who need you.
She’s not wrong?—
Jade.
Others.
Now Isa.
My jaw tightens.
Stella never needed me.
