Chapter Thirty-Three
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Phoebe studied me from across the table at Firehouse Café. “What's up?” she asked, c*****g her head to the side.
“I told Rowan I needed some time, and I'm cranky about it,” I said honestly.
“What for? You two were all lovey-dovey.”
“I know.”
I thought for a minute about whether I wanted to tell her the whole messy story. I decided I might as well confide in someone because the few people who knew what actually happened aside from Rowan were my college friends. I’d shoved it down into the memory banks after that.
“Did I ever tell you why we stopped being friends to begin with?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Phoebe shook her head slowly. “You were pretty vague.”
“I kind of freaked after I became a statistic.”
“A statistic?”
“Yep. Rowan’s roommate
