Yes. I knew.
“And then?” I pushed.
“He started talking about you,” Nick said, his voice dropping. “At first it was just jokes. The same stuff he’s been saying lately. That you’re… ‘fine,’ but not exactly—” He cut himself off. “I’m sorry.”
“Finish it,” I said quietly.
“Not remarkable,” he whispered.
The word echoed in my head, hollow and familiar.
“Then what?” I asked.
Nick swallowed audibly. “Then one of the guys—Trevor—he took it further. Said if you’re ‘replaceable,’ Evan should just prove it. That he could walk into any bar and leave with someone ‘better.’”
My grip tightened on the phone.
“And Evan?” I asked.
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