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“Not every single thing, but enough.”

“Enough to make your life difficult?” she says

“Enough to make it complicated,” I reply.

Chloe is quiet again.

“How are you handling it?”

I look toward the windows.

“I thought I’d be better.”

“At what?”

“At seeing him.”

“That’s not surprising.”

“It is to me.”

“Blaire.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. You can be over something and still have it hit you when it’s standing in front of you again.”

I pick at the edge of a cushion.

“It’s difficult.”

“You said that in your texts.”

“It’s worse in person.”

“Because he still gets to you?”

I hesitate.

“Yes.”

There is no point lying to Chloe.

She knows too much already.

“And you’re still angry,” she says.

“Yes.”

“That’s probably making the rest of it worse.”

“It is.”

I glance at the time again.

“I need to call my mother before the boys disappear into whatever they’re doing.”

“Go.”