I Left Before They Got Home

trying not to spill the ice.

Just as I stepped toward the deck, Chloe suddenly backed away without looking, laughing at something on her phone.

Our shoulders brushed.

Barely.

The pitcher rocked in my hands, the ice cubes clinking loudly against the glass.

Before I could even apologize, Chloe spun around.

“Don’t ever touch me again!” she screamed.

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