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Stevie snorts in offense, but his voice is patient "I swear I’ to be fine"

"Can I talk to her?" I blurt out, needing to hear her own voice before I believe it

"She’s sleeping right now I had her phone and saw you called…knew you’d be worried"

"Okay…I’ht because the teaet in until tomorrow afternoon With so before they release her"

Stevie’s silent for ain his voice "Yeah…um, listen…she didn’t want you to know She asked me not to call you when they ad you now, or about you rushing back"

"What the fuck?" I yell into the phone, anger sizzling white hot through me "She didn’t want me to know?"

"She didn’t want you to worry," Stevie placates "She didn’t want to distract you fro like this ever happens again, you better be the first to callready to board a plane or skate out onto the ice I should be told this shit, and if you hide it froain, I’ll take it personally and whip your ass"

"Whatever," Stevie sneers "You’re not my mamma, and I don’t answer to you"

"Yeah? Well, fuck you, asshole," I yell into the phone asat h

I wait for Stevie to come back at me, but all he says in a very soft voice is, "Are you done? Feel better now?"

"No," I grumble into the phone "I don’t feel better and I’ed out"

"I get it," he says and then tries to talkTake the teaht home and she’ll be back at her apartht," I breathe out in a gust of frustration "I’ll see you to me…have her do it I don’t care what ti out to the universe of uncertainty

"You just need to hear her voice," Stevie guesses

"Yeah…that would help"