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Thankfully we are at a traffic light so I watch his face for a reaction. He rotates his shoulders in a casual shrug and it stings more than hearing it from Asher. Tears rush to the surface of my eyes, my breath comes out shallow. I can’t cry. I won’t cry for a boy. Chanting the mantra works, I finally meet his gaze in the rearview mirror. He is still unbothered.

“Yeah