Chapter 49 No Boyfriend, But Still a Best Friend (Nina)

Lily's car smells like vanilla air freshener and old coffee.

It's familiar. It's home. I lean back against the headrest, close my eyes, and let the Miami heat wash over me through the windows. The engine hums. The tires hiss on the asphalt. The radio plays something pop and forgettable, and I le...

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