NADIA’S POVI stare at the words until they stop looking like a sentence and just look like a threat sitting flat on a screen.I’ll be there too.“Who is that from,” I ask, though some tired, worn-down part of me already suspects I know the shape of the answer even without a name attached.“No number I recognize.” Ezra’s thumb hovers over the screen, like touching it again might make the message worse somehow. “It could be Victor. About the hearing. It could be Cassandra, about the gala. I genuinely can’t tell, and I hate that I can’t tell.”“Does it matter which one it is?” I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly cold in a kitchen that felt warm two minutes ago. “Either way it means someone’s watching. Either way it means Saturday and tomorrow morning both just turned into something we have to survive instead of something we get to have.”He sets the phone down and reaches for me instead, pulling me gently against him, and I let him, even though some old stubborn part of me wants to k
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