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It was an hour later when the knock came. I threw on some clothes, made Jesse do the same, and opened the door to find Beth standing there. She closed the door behind her and locked it before turning to us.
My gut dropped. I remembered the cell phones. I remembered the whispers. I knew where this was going.
“Hi, I’m Beth.”
Jesse nodded, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. His jeans were on, but no shirt. Her eyes lingered over his broad shoulders, and I couldn’t blame her. “Beth.”
“Oh.” She took a deep breath. “It’s all over. You know that, right?”
My butt made contact with my chair. I wasn’t consciously aware of sitting, but I must’ve. I was also looking up at her. Faintly, I nodded. “People saw us come out of the bushes.”
“Yeah.” She frowned at me. “Those pictures are on a we
