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I glare at him.

Sage grins.

“Cool.”

“They aren't secret-agent phones.”

“Whatever you say.”

Hayley laughs softly.

The sound hits me.

I remember that laugh.

Not exactly the same.

Lower now.

But still hers.

I look away.

Not yet.

We need time.

All of us.

Arthur hands Hayley a sandwich.

She shakes her head.

“No, thank you.”

“You need to eat.”

“I'm not hungry.”

“Neither was Sage.”

Sage already has half the sandwich gone.

Hayley looks at her.

Then accepts the plate.

“Thank you.”

Arthur gives me one.

“I can make my own.”

“I know.”

“Then why⁠—”

“Because if I waited for you to remember food exists, you'd die.”