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“I was good at disappearing.”

“You were sixteen. You shouldn’t have needed to be.”

Sage looks down at his injured hands.

“You still helped me.”

“I also put you in danger.”

“Both things can be true.”

“Yes.”

She is quiet for a moment.

Then she reaches for him.

Frank pulls her into his arms.

His face tightens with pain.

He doesn’t release her.

“You gave me six hundred miles,” Sage whispers. “You gave me food. You let me lock the door.”

“I should have done more.”

“You did more than most people.”

Frank closes his eyes.

When Sage steps back, Sean places a hand on her shoulder.

He doesn’t ask whether she is all right.

He already knows she isn’t.

She leans into his side.

Taylor’s computer sounds.

An incoming call appears on the screen.

Unknown number.

Everyone turns.

Taylor routes it through the speaker.

Sean answers.

“Campbell.”

No one speaks.

Then a woman cries softly.

“Sally?” Frank calls.