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She holds the phone away.“If you don’t say yes, I will.”
I snatch it back and stare at the email.
“Pack your bags,” she says.“I can have a charter at Logan Airport in an hour.”
I check my phone as I pace the room.“There’s a home game tonight.”
“We can steer clear of the stadium for now.”
It’s suddenly too warm in here.I lift the window over the sink, the cold air rushing in to burn my lungs.
“No.”I square my shoulders.“I’m a big girl, and I’m over Clay.From here on out, this is about me.”
Brooke’s eyes flash with excitement.“Yes!This is going to be epic.I’ll call for the plane.”
“Wait!I have to do one thing first.”
She turns back, questioning.
I take a breath before lifting the jersey.
“Pass me the lighter.”
