“Wait,” I say, holding up a hand, glaring at Jake. “You put Caleb as your emergency contact? Why would you do that when I’m a literal doctor?” Jake looks like a vein is about to pop in his temple. “Because Caleb is my fucking husband!” “Wait—” says Caleb. “Mars, you’ve updated your paperwork though, right? Did you put Rachel down as your emergency contact?” We all turn to look at our broody Finn. He’s standing by the range, arms crossed in his Rays tech shirt. He glances from Caleb to me, his blue eyes giving nothing away. “Oh shit,” Jake says on a breath. “He didn’t. Mars, you didn’t write
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