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“Maybe I should just call Michael,” Laylah says over dinner. We came back to the cabin and cooked together. “Or a video call. That would be good.”
“No,” I tell her firmly. “I hadn’t really thought about it, but Stella is right. You officially outrank Ethan. The palace is your home, and it was before. You want to tell Michael in person. I’ll figure this out. It’s your home, not Ethan’s.”
She sighs, looking down. “I know I should be over this by now.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” I say, offering my hand to her. She slowly takes it. “I didn’t understand it for a while, not really. I do now, though. You were both in a shitty situation, but you needed someone to help you. He didn’t do that. He made it worse. Someone, anyone, should have stood up to Adrian. No one did, and
