Chapter 21 -Evan
It’s been a few days since the party, and things have settled into this weird, comfortable rhythm. Lena and I text every day now. Not long, deep conversations. just little things. A joke. A picture of the pond. A sarcastic comment about practice. And, of course, her favorite topic: Sabrina. Every time Sabrina does something ridiculous, which is often, Lena sends me a play‑by‑play like she’s reporting live from the scene. This morning’s text was: Lena: Sabrina told the girls she’s “basically a Hart.” Should I send condolences? I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my protein shake. Tonight, I’m having dinner with my parents at one of the small Italian places downtown. The kind with dim lights, red‑checkered tablecloths, and a menu that hasn’t changed since before I was born. It’s loud a
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