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Me

I’m fine.

The typing bubbles appear immediately. Both of them.

Ella

No, you’re not.

Rebecca

You don’t get to say “I’m fine” anymore. It’s been two weeks.

I sigh and type back.

Me

I’m tired.

Ella

We know

Ella

Which is why you’re coming to get coffee with us.

Me

No.

Rebecca

Counterpoint

yes.

I roll onto my side, hugging a pillow to my chest.

Me

I don’t want to see anyone.

Ella

Too bad. We’re not “anyone.”

Ella

We’re your people.

That one hits harder than I expect.

Rebecca

Also, before you say it, no, this is not about Ben.

Rebecca