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I’m in the same camp. I can’t fathom Devon doing anything bad to Wyatt.
Here’s a girl, who actually knew Devon.
I need to know what Jenna knows.
My attention is pulled from Jenna when I hear a groan. Sucking in a breath, I turn back to Wyatt.
Clutching his forehead, Wyatt doubles over with a grunt.
“Wyatt?” Portia shrieks, clasping her hands by her face.
Randall helps get the guitar off him, and Wyatt uses the back of the sectional couch to keep himself upright.
Gritting my teeth until my jaw stings, all I want to do is get near him. Sirens blare in my head as everyone else crowds around him, ripping oxygen from the room. All I can do is stare as I hold myself so tightly my ribs ache.
“Hubert!” Erika shouts. “Get Wyatt’s pain medication.”
Wyatt’s hand lowers, displaying his creased forehead and squinting eyes. “It’s all right,” Wyatt strains, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s just... just...”
“Wyatt, hon,” Lexy says, getting in his face, “what is it?”
Wyatt stands taller with another grunt. “It feels... It’s like... Like I can remember.”
Portia squeals, bundling her hands under her chin. “Your memory? It’s coming back?”
I lose my breath, barely able to muster the strength to edge myself closer.
“No, ugh, yeah, umm.” Wyatt rubs the side of his head, closing his eyes. “It’s right there. Like, the memories are behind this fog, but I can’t clear it.”
Portia, Lexy, Erika, Randall, and Richmond crowd around Wyatt. They talk over each other, fighting to take control over how to fix Wyatt’s headache.
My heart pounds heavy like a mallet, pumping my hot blood so fast, it’s all I can hear. With my vision vibrating, the anger sweeps me up, and I stamp my foot. “Can you all just back off?”
Everyone in the room spins in my direction. The shock wears off and I realize how deep my fingernails are embedded in my palms.
Portia puffs out a laugh. “Excuse me, who are you? I never even noticed you in the room before.”
“This is Josie,” Erika introduces. “Wyatt’s friend from school.”
His girlfriend.
I want to say it.
Dang it, I want to scream it.
But my lips may as well be glued shut.
With Portia staring me down, I’m shrinking into oblivion.
“Oh, you’re the friend the team told me about,” Portia says, wearing a movie star smile.
I shift my weight awkwardly as she towers over me. “Yeah.”
“You must be loving the five star treatment, being back in Wyatt’s life all these years later,” she says, sizing me up.
“I, I, I,” I stammer under the weight of her intimidation, untilsomething snaps inside me. I stand taller and click my tongue. “Look, just stop crowding him. He’s not the same guy you remember.”
Portia smirks, popping a hip. “I could say the same thing to you, honey.”
