rubenfeld boyfriend hit me. Did you happen to see that?” “You’ve gone crazy,” she says. Her voice quavers and she stops. “Honestly.” “I’ve gone crazy? He hit me, Jess. I should call the police.” “Okay,” she says. “Okay what?” “I’m not doing this again, Matthew. You’re really pissing me off.” I lower my voice, thinking she’ll lower hers. If she’s too loud, Chase Atwood will try to jump back into action. I don’t want to waste this chance. “We’ve got history, Jess,” I say. “Matthew, stop it.” “Remember how you said we were meant for each other? That you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else?” She shakes her head. “This isn’t normal. You’re being delusional again.” “No, you said it. In your room.” A horn sounds. I watch two yellow cabs race down the street. Jess draws in a big breath and lets it out. “Well, people change, Matthew.” “Don’t say that. Come on. It was only two weeks ago.” “No, Matthew. You’re starting to scare me.” I step forward. “Jess, come on. How can you be scared of me? You know I’d never hurt you. I couldn’t hurt a fly. A bug. We’ve been together for two years.” She puts her hands over her eyes and slides them to her cheek. “I just…I don’t know what to think. I told you I want to be left alone. And you’re here again.” “That’s because you’re not alone,” I say. I look down and wipe my eyes. Here comes Chase Atwood. He’s walking over fast. There’s a cut on his chin. A
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