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Greta arrived home to find Ash tearing up the house like
someone who had lost the remote during the Stanley Cup
playoffs. She closed the front door behind her and stared. Ash
glanced up at the sound and straightened when he saw her.
“What are you doing?” she asked. ADVANCE READING COPY

“Looking for you,” he said, his shoulders squared defensively.
“Under a cushion?”
“I thought you might have left a note or something.”
“Oh.” Right. A note. She’d been gone a couple of hours,
including the bus ride. “Sorry about that.”
“I thought maybe you’d gone to school after all.”
“Well, kind of,” she said. Ash raised his eyebrows in a
question. “I went to meet Priya.”
“Why?” He looked distressed. “Why do you keep meeting

with them?”
“She texted me, and we met in a very public place.
She just wanted to talk.” When he didn’t look convinced,
she added, “It went well. I think I have an ally now.”

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