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In a house full of people who saw things the rest of the world missed, it was impossible to hide.
I’d never told my father’s family about my mom’s laugh, or the games she’d used to teach me to read people, or the way we’d said no matter what instead of I love you, because she didn’t just love me—she loved me forever and ever, no matter what.
“The Apex Casino.” Sloane blinked several times. “Las Vegas, Nevada.” I waited for Sloane to tell us the square footage of the Apex, or the year it was founded. Nothing.
“Too young to party, just old enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder.” Lia let out an elaborate sigh. “Story of my life.”
Sloane raised her hand, like a student waiting to be called on in class. “I think I would like some whiskey now,” she said. “First,” Michael told her seriously, “I need to verify that you have no plans to feed this whiskey to a moose.”
“Home isn’t a place, Cassie. Home is the people who love you most.”