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She wasn’t noise.
She was part of the structure now.
My phone buzzed.
Rowan.
Rowan:
I have to write the final piece soon.
I stared at it longer than usual.
Then typed:
Mason:
Don’t make it something it’s not.
Three dots.
Rowan:
I’m not trying to.
That didn’t reassure me.
Because I believed her.
ROWAN
Serena didn’t joke when I told her.
She just sat down.
“That’s it then,” she said.
“What’s it?”
“You’re officially inside the story.”
I frowned. “Stop calling it that.”
“It is one,” she said simply.
My phone buzzed again.
Mason.
Mason:
We leave for NYC tomorrow.
That stopped everything.
Not metaphorically.
Actually stopped.
