Nicole Harper
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Rhea and I spent hours circling the city, talking about everything and nothing. Well, it was mostly me venting about the disaster with my mother and the fight with Tristan. Rhea had listened, offered her usual mix of tough love and humor, and by the time I pulled up in front of her building, I felt a little lighter. “Call me if you need anything,” she said as she leaned in to hug me goodbye. “Even at 3 a.m. I mean it.”
“I will,” I promised, though I knew I probably wouldn’t. I’d already taken up several hours of her day this evening and I doubted the smoothie I got for her was enough to make up for it.
The streets were quiet as I drove the rest of the way home. My mind kept replaying the fight in the kitchen for the umpteenth time. I could still see my mom’s shocked f
