Chapter 118

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"And Sarah," Alita said massaging the back of her neck. "That text… I didn't write it," her eyes darted around, avoid contact with Sarah's.

"Oh, I know," Sarah waved her hand and swirled her head around. "I know your words and I know his."

"You couldn't be that formal even if you tried," Sarah have her a half shrug.

Sarah and Alita made up and they tell each other everything they had missed out on in each of their lives.

Alita was happy that things were back to normal between the two of them. She took a cab and rushed home to tell Benson.

Benson was sitting in the living room with a glass in his hand and a half filled bottle of wine on the table I'm front of him. He smiled when he saw Alita walk to the door. "From the look of things, that went pretty well, even though it took way more time than I expected," he sipped from the glass in his hand and set it on the table. "How long does it take to to freaking make peace?" He cocked his head as the side of his mouth twitched.

"Shut up