“Seeing if Mickey has a family?” She flips her head up, kneeling on the bed, and flicks the hair out of her eyes. “Fitz, you killed that mouse. I swear I heard it scream. Did you hear it? And, oh my god.” She covers her mouth for a second, eyes wide. “We. Almost. Got. Caught.” I acknowledge her with an easy nod. “We should stop.” I 1,000 percent don’t mean it.
