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“What now?” Emma asked.

That’s when she saw the notification: a joint live stream request from .

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And once a month, they’d go live together. No theme. No script. Just three people who’d stopped performing and started living.

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But that was fine. They had already won.

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Demi smiled, her forehead pressed against his. “It is if we want it to be.”

Emma cried for the first time on camera. Not for the views, but because she saw herself in his words.

At one point, James stopped. He looked at Emma, then at Demi. “Is this real?” he whispered.

“I’m nervous,” Emma admitted.