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I hear P!nk singing, and it takes a few seconds before I awake from my sleep to recognize the song as my ringtone. My phone! I propel my arm to the side, grab my phone, and swipe the slide button on my screen before the song stops.
“Hello?” I say a little too desperately.
“Hey, baby. How’s my beautiful girl today?”
It’s him. Finally. Hearing his voice in my ear—the one that has become soothing to me, the one that makes any bad day immediately good, the one sends my heart pounding with love—is too much. I have no words. I only feel a sharp pain in my chest.
“Did I wake you, babe? Rough night?”
“Yeah,” I say weakly.
What do I say? Do I tell him? I can’t tell him. I will lose him!
I have to tell him!
But I can’t. I can’t lose him. I love him.
Nolan. What do I do about Nolan? I’m
