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“Give me that.”

“No.”

“Blair.”

“No.”

She walked toward it, but I grabbed it first. “Stop.”

“You’re still reading comments?”

I didn’t answer.

“Oh my fucking God.” She reached for it. “Give it.”

“No.”

“Blair.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

She snatched it from me.

“Give me my fucking phone.”

“No.”

“Klair!”

She moved. “Stop reading this shit!”

“Give me my phone!”

“You have read enough!”

“You don’t get to decide that!”

She looked at the phone. “Half of these comments are talking like Caleb was walking around minding his married business when you lured him into an alley with your vagina.”

I stared at the counter. “I knew he was married.”

“Blair—”

“So they’re not lying.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t wrong.”

“I was fucking a married man for three years.”

“I am aware.”

“Ravenna didn’t know.”

“I am aware.”

“She thought they were fixing their marriage while I was celebrating anniversaries with him.”