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Veronica

T

he soft knock on the door pulls me from my half-conscious state on Star’s couch. I’d ignore it, but I’m afraid whoever it is might knock louder next time and wake up Jacks.

When I see Nic through the peephole, my heart squeezes.

“Hi,” I whisper, pulling the door open.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah. Is everything okay?”

She nods. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.” I’m a liar