The plane bumped as we flew through a patch of turbulence. Miles let a quiet groan slip and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You okay?” I asked as I typed away. “Yup.” I believed him. Until a few minutes later, he did it again. I raised an eyebrow. “Do you need to use the lavatory?” Miles looked up from the book. “Huh?” He blinked, then shook his head. “What? No. Oh—nah. It’s just this chapter. It’s… gruesome.” I took a peek at the title. I hadn’t read that particular book, but I knew the author and she didn’t write “gruesome” books. “What about it?” He tipped the pages toward me, and I
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