Petra crossed the coffee shop floor fast, weaving between tables, and stopped two feet from ours.Up close, she looked wrecked. Hair falling out of its usual clip. Eyes red like she’d been crying, or trying not to. Her hands kept moving, twisting the strap of her bag over and over, like they needed something to do that wasn’t reaching toward me.“Selene,” she said. “Please. Let me explain.”I didn’t move. Camille half stood beside me, one hand hovering like she wasn’t sure if she needed to block Petra or just be ready to. My own heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.“You have thirty seconds,” I said. My voice came out flat and cold, nothing like myself.“It’s not what you think.” Petra’s hands were shaking. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her own ribs like she was trying to hold herself together by force. “I didn’t want to. I need you to know that first. I did not want to.”“You showed a stranger photos of my apartment.”“I know.” Her voice cracked. “I
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