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Which didn’t make sense.
At all.
MASON
I didn’t sleep properly.
Again.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Coach’s face.
Then my dad’s voice.
Then Rowan’s stupid messages.
All layered together like noise I couldn’t shut off.
At 3:12 a.m., my phone buzzed again.
I didn’t even hesitate this time.
Rowan:
Are you awake or do I have a texting problem?
I stared at it for a second.
Then typed:
Mason:
Both are possible.
Three dots.
Rowan:
Good answer.
Then:
Rowan:
You always like this?
I frowned slightly.
Mason:
Like what.
Long pause.
Rowan:
Like you’re carrying something heavy all the time.
That stopped me.
