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I look up and see Logan leaning against the kitchenette counter "He deserved it," he says He holds out his phone "He just texted an to the back of the bus "What did he say?" I feel like a dog begging for a treat

"Said he was sorry he misunderstood and he should have known better"

"Did he say anything about me?"

He shakes his head "But he sent so to be in the saaht off"

"Is there a ticket for an holds one up and it has my name written on it My heart leaps

But I shakeIf he wanted to talk to me, he would have called or responded to one of an tucks the tickets in his pocket "Whatever you want"

I go back to the bench and sit back down beside Marta "I want to talk to you about your ernail My hts

"Honey, she overdosed again," she says quietly

My heart aches for what could have been "When is the funeral?"

She smiles "Oh, she’s not dead E for it"

"Oh"

"I went to talk to her"

"Why?" Why would she willingly do that? Why?

"Because I love you That’s why" I expect her to thump the back of my head any second, but she doesn’t

"What did she say?" My curiosity is growing

"She’s not rery"

"Yeah, so aet home, I hope she’s at a better place in her life and you can talk to her"

I shake my head

"I want you to talk to her" She squeezes my hand

"Okay"