“So, congratulations,” Finny says. We’re still looking straight ahead at the cameras, fake smiles in place. “For what?” I say. “I don’t really know,” he says. I hear him laugh next to me. “I don’t either. Congratulations for surviving maybe?” “Maybe. But come on, it wasn’t that bad was it?” I look up at him. “Nah, I guess not,” I say. He smiles,
