I stared at my best friend’s message.
Something you should know before you get any closer to him.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
I typed back.
What is it?
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Can I come over?
Why couldn’t she just tell me through text?
Unless she didn’t want a record of the conversation.
Sure.
Her reply came instantly.
I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
I put my phone down.
My best friend wanted to warn me about my fake boyfriend.
The same fake boyfriend she and my real boyfriend had helped place beside me.
Why?
Because they were worried about me?
Yeah.
And hospitals served five-star food.
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She arrived carrying coffee.
“I brought your favorite.”
I took the cup.
“Thanks.”
Once, something this small would have made me happy.
Now
