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“I'll turn it down.”

“Please do.”

“Absolutely, officers.”

They leave. I close the door.

Lean against it. And start laughing.

I laugh until tears run down my face.

Then somewhere along the way, I'm not laughing anymore.

Fuck.

I slide down the door.

Because this is ridiculous.

I'm ridiculous.

I don't cry over men. I don't get drunk alone and sing badly enough that law enforcement becomes involved.

I definitely don't sit on the floor in one fuzzy sock crying over a man who accused me of betraying him.

But apparently I do now.

Because I love him.

There's no escaping it.

No amount of rum changes it. No amount of anger erases it.

Mitchell hurt me.

Badly.

And I still fucking love him. Which feels deeply unfair. There's another knock.

“Oh, come on!”

I scramble upright.

“I turned it off!”

The knocking continues.

“I said I'm sorry!”

I yank open the door.

Carolina stands there. Dani is beside her. Annabeth is behind them.

All three stare at me. I stare back.

Carolina's gaze travels slowly from my hair to my sleep shirt to my single sock to the blender pitcher I'm apparently still carrying.

“Wow.”