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His grin flashed. “Two more, actually. I’m a triplet. There’s also a Quaid Carter and a Quinn Carter.”

I blinked at him stupidly.

There were three of them?

Was this world so unfair?

Then I had it confirmed that yes, the world was very unfair.

Because the moment I was in the open passenger door of his cruiser, he urged me to sit.

Then he broke my heart.

“I’m sorry to inform you of this, but your best friend, Keda, took her own life tonight,” Officer Carter murmured.

I swallowed hard, hoping that I hadn’t heard him correctly.

But it was true.

He repeated his words four more times for me without hesitation.

And I knew, right then and there, I was dead set on making Taite DeRosa’s life a living hell.

Not a day would pass that I wouldn’t make sure he felt the amplitude of my rage.

I would spend my every waking hour making sure that ‘comedian’ never had a great day ever again.

Basorexia: the overwhelming desire to kiss.

—Text from Hollis to Quincy

HOLLIS

I woke up with my face smashed against the pillow, and dried spit on my lips, fusing them together.

At first, I had to laugh, because Keda would’ve died if she saw how hard I slept—NyQuil was a miracle worker for people who needed to go to sleep despite their minds not wanting them to.

But then the grin slid off my face, because I wouldn’t be telling Keda anything anymore.

Rolling over in bed, I reached for my phone attached to the glittery pink cable that Keda had gotten me for my birthday last year and pulled it free of the charger.

Opening it up, the first thing I saw was Keda’s and my smiling faces as we celebrated our college graduation.

That’s how I’d met Keda.

We met during the rad tech program at UT—University of Texas.

From there, we’d been inseparable. Me finding a person who was like a sister and also giving her a friend she trusted more than life itself.

We’d graduated college and had started working together at Dallas Memorial almost at the same time.

When her accident happened, I’d been so sad.

Because work just wasn’t the same without her. I didn’t enjoy it nearly as much without her around to keep me entertained.

Eyes already burning at the thought of Keda never being there again, I opened up my social media app and started searching.

The first name that popped up was Kaylee Adems, a friend who was a bit of a computer guru.