CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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As I settled into a chair next to one of the windows, I grabbed a blanket for my lap. Then I took a deep breath and looked at my phone. I scrolled through the messages until I found Bryce's. The text stared back at me; it haunted me. So I took a deep breath, called him, and waited as it rang.
“Sheldon?” He sounded out of breath.
“Where are you?”
“I'm...” he hesitated. “I'm out right now. You're in New York?”
“My mom's gone. She needed someone to watch the apartment, and I wanted to get away.”
“You're running away.” He sounded as disappointed as Corrigan had been.
“Are you with her right now?” Corrigan might've said the affair was faked, but my gut said otherwise. I went with my gut.
“Oh come on. I'm in love with you and you know it. Whatever is on the te
