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TWO WEEKS EARLIER
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Ruby
“You got it, sis,” Lexi says, staring at me in the mirror with a stubborn look
in her mismatched eyes. I do my best to finish the squat, and she helps me
put it on the rack. At the same time, I do my best not to look at myself in
the mirror.
“Good job.” Lexi claps me on the shoulder. “That was great work.”
When I returned from college for the break, Lexi was shocked when I told
her I wanted to hit the gym. Lexi has always been diligent about the gym.
She owns her curves, whereas I sort of retreat into my clothes, into history.
But something happened at college that made me want to feel stronger.
“My turn,” she says.
I help her rack some weights, then spot her as she does her set. She’s got the
same long, wavy brown hair as me. We’re about the same height, too. She
has complete heterochromia, meaning that her eyes are different colors. One
is sky blue, and the other is green. This, combined with her sideways smile,
gives her a confident, almost cocky look.
“You good?” she asks as we wait for a weight machine to be free.
“Yeah, why?”
She shrugs. “You’re just quiet.”
“I’m always quiet.”
She grins, nudging me. She’s only two years older; I’m twenty, and she’s
twenty-two. Yet it’s always felt like there’s more of a gap, stemming from
the fact she’s always watched over me, like during Mom and Dad’s
arguments. Ugh, I don’t even want to think about that.
“You’re being quieter,” she says. “Is it Mom and Dad?”
After years of arguing and fights and stress and bull crap, Mom and Dad
have finally started divorce proceedings. “I always thought they might find
a way,” I mutter.
“You’re too optimistic,” Lexi replies. “I knew it was going to fail. I knew
from their first argument, the first broken dish, but you’re doing well, kid.
You’re going to make something of yourself.”
When she calls me kid, despite the small age gap, it’s like she’s wrapping a
warm blanket around me. It helps distract me from what happened and from
what’s still happening. I should tell somebody, but I don’t keep up with any
of my high school friends anymore. It’s not like I had many, anyway. With
the divorce, unloading on Dad, Mom, or Lexi feels cruel.
“Machine’s free,” Lexi says, nodding across the gym.
I follow her, doing my best to give my all during the exercises. She’s
halfway through a set when her eyes widen.
“What?” I say, turning.
She’s staring at a man in his early to mid-thirties, his hair dark, a crazily
intense look on his face as he walks across the gym. He’s huge, with broad
shoulders, staring stubbornly ahead. A strange tingle dances through me.
“Uh, who’s that?” I whisper.
“Luca Marino,” Lexi says quietly.
“Who?”
“Luca Marino. Come on, you’ve heard of the Marinos.”
I try not to watch him too obviously. He’s several feet taller than the tallest
person in here. Weirdly, I think about what it would be like if he wrapped
his arms around me and held me close.
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