Arista's Code
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I opened the copy of the Criminal Code I always carried and draped it over my legs to keep warm.
Using what little battery my phone had left, I searched for the address of a nearby 24‑hour print shop.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from Carmen.
A photo followed. She was in a brightly lit private hospital VIP ward, flashing a peace sign at the camera.
Carmen: [Arista, the doctor says my kidneys are failing and I need a relative to be matched.]
Carmen: [Relatives have the highest compatibility, you know. Arista, you're my sister. You wouldn't just watch me die, would you? Hehe.]