I turned to the two people who’d miraculously managed to not breathe a single word during this whole confrontation. “You guys go home and get some rest. Watch a ridiculous Kung fu movie and compare abs or something. I’ll be fine here. I’m exhausted, and I have a best friend to call.”
“You sure?” Ethan asked.
Russ just yawned.
“I’m sure,” I said, wrapping my arms around both of them. “Thank you, guys, for everything. I promise, I really am going to be okay.”
“Well, you’ll be less screwed up than me, anyway,” Russ teased.
I laughed. “Russ, everybody’s less screwed up than you.”
Ethan pushed Russ out of the way and squeezed me back in the first real hug he’d ever given me. “Good for you, Grace,” he whispered in my ear.
I pulled back from the embrace so that I could look him in the eye. “I’m going to be all right, Ethan.”
“I know you will.”
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