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Paloma Perez.
“Was that a guy?” she hurries to the edge of the walkway to catch a glimpse.
Elijah is quick to pull out from the parking spot. Pasiphae squints after it, but the taillights are already vanishing down the street. I take the chance to rush inside the apartment.
Eva is standing in the middle of the living room.
“She gone?” she asks the air, more to herself than to me.
Pasiphae enters behind me. “Who was that?”
“Leave.” Eva pushes Pasiphae’s shoulder.
“I already said I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” Eva scoffs. “Honestly, if not for Paloma, I have no reason to still be friends with you. You’re literally my greatest opposition!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Pasiphae’s shout rattles the cheap lamp on the side table.
“What you said at the table. And before that—wh
