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Not just upset.

Wrong.

Evan’s small hand wraps around my wrist.

“You need water,” he says firmly, taking charge.

He runs for it before I can answer.

I slide down the cabinet slowly until I’m sitting on the kitchen floor.

My heart pounds in my ears.

Stress.

It’s stress.

Lawyers. Threats. Emails. Fear.

Bodies do weird things under pressure.

Evan reappears, sloshing water everywhere.

I take the glass with trembling hands.

“You’re very brave,” he tells me seriously.

“For throwing up?”

“For not crying.”

I swallow.

“I might cry later,” I admit.

He nods as if that’s reasonable.

Another small cramp curls low in my abdomen.

Different from nausea.

Stress can do this.

Stress can absolutely do this.

Right?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Wayne

“Pike, good to see you, man.”

I swallow hard because I know why he’s here, I know what this means… but I have no idea what his conclusion will be.

I put my wrench down on the bench, leaving Hank to work while Fletcher and I go to find out what the hell has been happening to June.

Hank looks between us, grease smeared across his cheek. “That serious?”