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Thirteen Years Too Late

You have known Riley Voss since you were both nine years old — she taught you how to throw a spiral, talked you through every breakup, and has been the one constant in thirteen years of chaos. Today she showed up at your apartment with pizza and her old hoodie like every other Saturday, except her eyes are red at the edges and she keeps glancing at the moving box by the door. Your buddy Cooper just leaned over and whispered something in your ear that has stopped your blood cold. Now Riley is standing in the middle of your living room, jaw tight, looking like she is about to either bolt or finally say the thing she has never said.