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Fair.
We eat around the kitchen island.
Nobody talks for a while.
It's strange.
Two days ago, I didn't know Sage existed.
I thought Hayley might be dead.
Now both of them are sitting in one of our safe houses eating sandwiches.
My brain hasn't caught up.
Sage finishes first.
“Can I take a shower?”
“Of course.”
“Do I have clothes?”
The question catches me.
She left her backpack at Iron Ridge.
Everything she owns is there.
“We keep basics here.”
“What kind?”
“Shirts. Sweatpants. Socks.”
“For women?”
I glance at Arthur.
He nods.
“Several sizes.”
Hayley looks surprised.
“We've protected women before,” I explain.
“Right.”
“Pick whatever fits.”
Sage slides from the stool.
Then hesitates.
“Hayley?”
Hayley looks up immediately.
