Morning TeethThe car pulled out of the gate at seven forty-two.The driver had both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road and no interest in the four people sitting behind him, which was the only thing about the morning that was uncomplicated.Nobody talked.Zaren had taken the window seat before anyone else had finished getting in. His back against the door, one knee up, earpiece in both ears. His eyes were open in the specific way that meant nothing outside his head was going to reach him — pointed at the middle distance, at nothing, at whatever private frequency he'd tuned everything else out for. His face had the stillness of a man who had decided the world could run without his participation for a while and was confident it would manage.Sol had his phone out.Not scrolling, not reading anything — just holding it, the screen dimming and re-brightening every time he touched it, which he did every twenty seconds out of reflex. Something to do with his hands. Something to loo
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