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“Cassandra.”
WHAT
The next second, he had a hand on each of my shoulders, touching me, confirming that I was okay, that I was here, that I was real.
“Activating the tracker was Sloane’s idea. Everyone else forgot about it.
He was scared, like me. But he felt it, and I felt it, and he was there.
I rose up on my toes, my body pressed against his, and returned the kiss, the pain in my face fading, washed away with the rest of the world, until there was only this moment—one that I hadn’t thought I’d live to see.
Michael was taking a sledgehammer to the cracked windows of the junkyard car. Every time he took a swing, every piece of glass he shattered, I felt something shattering inside me.
He knew.
I’d known that choosing would mean losing one of them. I just hadn’t imagined losing Michael like this.
Would it have been me?
“Yeah,” he said, his voice carrying on the wind. “That’s what I thought.”
Two little girls, one dark-haired, one light. Both of them beamed at the camera. The smaller one—Scarlett—was missing her two front teeth.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Sterling said a second time.
When the odds are bad, you change the rules.
They weren’t shutting us out. They were letting us in. Instead of taking away my purpose, they’d given it new life. This was a whole new world.
