“O-Bro, have you not seen the news?” “No, I haven’t. We’ve been—” I shut up, my heart going crazy. Valentino can see the panic in my eyes. “Dalma, just tell me what’s going on. I’m freaking the fuck out.” “There’s been a Death-Cast update. Some Deckers have slipped through the cracks, and the problem won’t be sorted until tomorrow. I think that’s still a big question mark too.” I almost drop my phone. I’m shaking. My eyes water. “What’s happening?” Valentino asks. “Is everyone okay?” This is the fucking thing: I should have an answer.
