She sent the email she wrote to my emergency contacts before she even left the copier room.
That was Jenna.
She could be loud about bad coffee and quiet about her own heartbreak, but when somebody she loved was in trouble, she became a filing cabinet with a pulse.
Proof has a texture when love fails.
Paper edges.
Time stamps.
Names in black ink.
I stayed in that hospital for weeks.
Ethan slept in the chair until his back locked up.
Jenna brought clean socks, dry shampoo, and paper coffee cups that went cold before I could finish them.
Carla learned that I liked extra ice in my water.
My family never came.
Not once.
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