“Jake was sitting on the couch, watching as Ally looked over her wrecked living room. His tone was serious, but he was waiting for her to make a decision. “Why? What is he going to do besides have a freak out?” “Well, we should at least call the cops,” Jake said. “Why? Nothing was stolen.” “You’re fine with this?” Jake’s tone was incredulous. Ally took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I’m not fine with it. I’m … processing.” “What does that mean?” Jake asked, leaning fo...rward and fixing Ally with a hard look. “I need to know what that means.” “It means I’m processing,” Ally said, kneeling down and picking up a few scattered magazines. “I don’t know what else to tell you.” “You’re just … you’re unbelievable.” “Thank you.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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