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Reed dropped back into his seat with an annoyed huff before calling his dog back over.

Alejandro came up behind me a few minutes later, wrapping his arms around me. “What was that all about?”

I tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. “I think it’s an open loop?”

He smiled. “Translate.”

I looked around the room at everyone. At Eden. Trevor. And lastly, Reed.

“It means,” I said, warmth flooding me, “we’re surrounded by unfinished stories that need happy endings.”

He tightened his arms around me in understanding.

“And thanks to you, mister ... now I know it only takes one note—one incredible meant-to-be—for everything to come together.”