She tilted her head, her catlike green eyes narrowing. I wasn’t going to waste another drop of energy on the asshole, but Stella didn’t know that. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring into space for the past five minutes. Stella’s presence was the only thing keeping me upright. My heart was a frantic drumbeat in my chest, my stomach a storm of nausea. I’d held onto my calm during the aftermath of the attempted mugging, but now that I was safely home, my body finally started to process what happened. I startled and almost knocked over the coat tree. It hadn’t taken me long to disarm the mugger, but the sensation of being helpless, even for a few minutes, resurfaced memories better left buried. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.” I peeled off my gloves and took off my shoes, avoiding my friend’s eyes while I tried to suck enough oxygen into my lungs. I mean, have you seen his dating app picture? That freakin’ fish. Stella rarely cursed, so it always amused me when she let a bad word slip. It’s the cold. Not the attempted mugging or the brief moment of paralysis I’d experienced on the porch when I. It took me two tries, thanks to the tremble in my hand. “He didn’t show.” I unbuttoned my coat and hung it on the brass tree by the front door. “How was your date?” Stella looked up from her phone when I entered the living room.
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