“At 4 A.M., the Truth Called — and I Finally Let Him Go”

Yes. I knew.

“And then?” I pushed.

“He started talking about you,” Nick said, his voice dropping. “At first it was just jokes. The same stuff he’s been saying lately. That you’re… ‘fine,’ but not exactly—” He cut himself off. “I’m sorry.”

“Finish it,” I said quietly.

“Not remarkable,” he whispered.