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“Okay” She drew the word out, and there was a bite to her tone “Why do I have a feeling I’ to like whatever it is you have to say to me?”
“Dillon—”
“Is it bad news?”
“Um … yes and no It’s … complicated”
“What’s it about?”
“Dillon, let’s meet, okay?”
“No,” she said “I hate these dramatics, Dahlia Just fuckin’ tell me what it is You have me worried now”
“I pro I want to tell you over the phone”
“Is Mom okay? Is Dad okay?”
“Of course, everyone is okay”
“Let tell me!” she yelled
“Dillon—”
“Fuck’s sake, Dahlia, if everyone is okay, whatever you have to say cannot be that bad Just say it”
“I’ Michael,” I blurted out
Michael squeezed my hand and I looked up at higed helplessly