Grace Reilly

“The last time I asked him for help with school, I almost stabbed him. He’s impossible.”

“With a pen.”

“I stand by my actions. It was an attempted stabbing and I’m not sorry.”

Bex’s text is three simple words: Can we talk?

I call her instead of texting back. This feels too important for a text, and fine, maybe I want to hear her voice.

“Waking up next to my girl can’t hurt.”

My girl.