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Because she always wants to hear everything from Emily. Except, apparently, this.
“I met someone.”
Andy blinks. Once. Twice.
Her fingers tighten fractionally around the stem of her wine glass. She swallows. Pulls in a breath that feels strangely shallow in her lungs.
“That’s great, Em,” she means to say immediately. Brightly, effortlessly. “Tell me everything.”
Instead, what comes out is small and terribly honest.
“Oh.”