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Coach texted once.
Ignored.
Rowan didn’t text again for a while.
Then:
Rowan:
This feels like a setup.
I stared at that.
Because it did.
Not in a dramatic way.
In a structural way.
Like something had been placed in our path on purpose.
I typed:
Mason:
It is.
Pause.
Then added:
Mason:
We just don’t know for what yet.
ROWAN
I lay in bed later staring at the ceiling.
Serena had fallen asleep mid-rant again.
My phone lit up one last time.
Mason.
Mason:
Tomorrow’s going to be worse again.
I staredat it.
Then:
Rowan:
You keep saying that.
Mason:
