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10:07 P.M. Way past Thea’s bedtime. But after the monstrous morning I’ve had, I’m sure a late night is the least of my worries.
We’ve been watching a movie for the past hour. I don’t even know what it’s called. Something about a beach house and an old witch. Thea says that I’ve already seen this, but for the life of me I can’t remember. I have a very selective memory. Moments in my childhood, Ivy and Thea growing up, I can see them in 3D. People’s names or movies I’ve supposedly seen? Not so much.
Thea has her head resting against my shoulder, and I have my arm around her. After the madness of last night, with Jared and everything, this is the last thing I thought we’d be doing today. But here we are, like old times, huddled up on the couch on a Saturday night. Bliss. I haven’t even
