Leah
Olivia was on the couch when I got back, her laptop open and untouched, a mug of coffee gone cold beside her.
She looked up the second the door opened.
“You were gone a while,” Olivia said.
Then her eyes sharpened.
“What happened?”
I set my bag down slowly.
My hands still did not feel like mine. I had noticed it on the bus, the way they sat in my lap like they belonged to someone else, the way they still had not stopped shaking since the elevator.
I had concentrated on breathing during the ride home.
That had taken all the space I had.
No space for deciding what to say when I got here.
“I went to see Jacob,” I said.
Olivia stood so fast the coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug.
“Leah.”
“I know.”
“I told you to wait,” she said. “I told you we should think first.”
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