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... ho are you?"
Her voice cut clean through the noise of the food court. No softness. No accusation. Just expectation.
I knew—we all knew—the question wasn’t meant for me. But my mouth opened anyway.
"His name is Michael," All eyes shifted to me.
"He’s..." I hesitated, the pause stretching too long to be natural. My fingers curled in my lap. "He was—"
I swallowed. "A friend." I didn’t know if it was true. I didn’t know if it had ever been true. I didn’t even ...
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