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Absolutely not.

That somehow sounds worse.

Before I can settle on an explanation, another message comes through.

It’s a screenshot.

I stare at it.

Then immediately groan.

My Instagram.

Specifically a picture from 2015.

Freshman year of college.

Me standing in front of a pumpkin patch wearing an oversized scarf that could’ve doubled as a blanket.

I actually cover my face with both hands.

Luke

For a second I thought I was the only one scrolling through the years.

Wait.

I stare at the screen.

Olivia

So you were stalking me too?

His reply comes before I can even lock my phone.

Luke

I was doing research. Totally different.

I shake my head.

Olivia

Pretty sure that’s exactly what stalkers call it.

Luke

Fair point. Guess we’re even.

I pull my knees up against the headboard, my phone still resting in my lap.

I’m thankful for the distraction.

Saying goodbye to Harper and Micah after brunch was harder than I expected. Not because anything was wrong. Quite the opposite, actually. They’re exactly where they’re supposed to be, building a life together in Ashen Mills, and every time Harper talks about that little town her whole face lights up.

I’m happy for her.

Really.