ColeThe closer we get to Maya’s dad’s apartment, the quieter she becomes.She hasn’t said more than a dozen words since we left my house.She just sits in the passenger seat wearing my hoodie, twisting the sleeves around her fingers so tightly I’m surprised the fabric hasn’t torn.Every few minutes she looks down at her phone, hoping for another message.There isn’t one.I keep glancing over at her whenever we stop at a light.She’s pale.Too pale.Like she’s trying to prepare herself for something she already knows is going to hurt.“You okay?” I ask softly.She lets out a humorless laugh.“That’s becoming everyone’s favorite question.”“I know.”She turns toward the window again.“I don’t know how to answer it anymore.”Neither do I.I reach across the center console and lace my fingers through hers.She squeezes my hand immediately.Not hard.Just enough to remind herself I’m here.We drive another fifteen minutes before my GPS announces we’ve arrived.The apartment complex isn’t
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