ZACH:
 
 I’m telling you, if Eden ends up with someone, I’m going to need a therapist. I liked us all being dysfunctional. It took the heat off me.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 It’s okay. Eden hates romantic entanglements. Right.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 RIGHT?
 
 EDEN:
 
 Hi everyone! And yes I do. I don’t belong to anybody. Except mother earth.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 Good, let’s keep it that way.
 
 EDEN:
 
 Not that I’d tell you if I WAS attracted to somebody. Especially not if he was completely the wrong somebody for me…
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Ooh, that’s oddly specific. Let’s take this to the Fitzgerald girl’s only chat.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 Wait. What? You have a side chat?
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Of course we have a side chat. Do you know nothing about women?
 
 ZACH:
 
 Can I join?
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Hell no.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 Eden, add me in.
 
 EDEN:
 
 Gotta go, battery’s dying. LOVE YA FAM!
 
 WYATT:
 
 Just as I go to close the chat, Francie blinks awake, her lashes lifting slow. “You’re smiling,” she murmurs, her voice sleep-rough, like she’s been dreaming of somewhere warm. “I like it when you smile.”
 
 I huff a laugh and tilt my phone toward her. “I’ve been reading the Fitzgerald Family chat. They all know we’re together. It’s chaos in there.”
 
 Her mouth curves, like she understands. “The good kind?”