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Good.

I put my hand on the door.

“Colt.”

I look back.

“We’re not done.”

“No.”

I leave.

My phone buzzes before the elevator doors close.

A picture from Astrid.

Three Thai containers on the island. Tova’s purple cup is still beside the sink even though she’s on the other side of an ocean.

Seven means seven.

Six forty-one.

I type:

On my way.

The elevator starts down.

Chapter thirty-five

Astrid

Tova’s flight lands early, which gives me less time to pretend I am not watching the arrivals board.

Colt stands beside me with two coffees and my coat folded over his arm.

“You’re doing it again.”

“I am reading.”

“You’ve read the same line four times.”

“It could change.”

“It landed.”

“The gate could change.”

“The gate is attached to the plane, Nilsson.”

“That is not how airports work.”

“Pretty sure it is. Otherwise they’d lose the planes.”

“That explanation made it worse.”

“Still confident.”