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~Velma’s POV
I picked up the phone before it could ring the second time. My hand was shaking a little, even though I tried to pretend that I was fine. The moment I saw Theron’s name on the screen, something in my chest softened like I had finally found a place to rest my thoughts for a while.
“Theron,” I breathed out, and my voice sounded like someone who had been holding her breath for too long. “When are you coming. I have missed you so much. I want to see you. I need you here.”
There was a small pause on the other side, the kind that happens when someone knows that what you just said carried more weight than your tone. I could almost picture him leaning back in his chair, trying to read my mood through the line.
“Velma, what is wrong?” he asked. “I can tell something is not righ
