The door to the apartment flies open. I crane my neck to look into the foyer, and I jump off the couch when I see Maven and June. “Mae?” I call out. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” I hustle toward the door. I check June for injuries when I get to them, but I don’t see so much as a scratch on her. “Hi,” Maven says, and her voice is strained. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes are red, and my heart hammers worriedly in my chest. “We’re fine. I just… I messed up, and I feel like a horrible person.” “Talk to me. Are you hurt?” “No, no. No one is hurt.” “Did you kill someone? Do we need to hide a
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