Jessica’s P.O.V.
“Hi, Rachel.” I tried to get out while sounding as bubbly and happy as I possibly could, while in fact, I was dying inside, hearing Rachel’s voice on the other end of the phone.
Damn, those private phone numbers!
I always picked up my phone whenever it rang. It could always be a publisher, already trying to push me into another story that needed to be written as soon as possible. And since it was still the main way for me to get food into my belly and in most cases, a roof over my head, I knew I needed to find a new job once I had finished writing this story I was on right now. But instead of a publisher, it was Rachel on the phone, and my gut already told me that this phone call would not be good or happy on my end. I knew Rachel well enough to understand that...
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