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“The second time, I was testing the floor.”
Marisol rolls her eyes.
I laugh.
Sally looks around the crowded kitchen.
“Are those the men who rescued us?”
“All seven.”
Arthur leans toward the phone.
“We also saved the cinnamon rolls.”
“They aren’t done,” I tell him.
“Soon.”
Sally’s expression becomes serious.
“Federal agents told us about the girls.”
“Four of them,” I say.
“Because of you.”
“Because of all of us.”
She nods.
“Yes.”
“When can I see you?”
“Soon. They’re moving us into protective custody until the trials.”
The old fear reaches for me.
People leave.
They disappear.
Phone numbers stop working.
Buildings burn.
Sally sees it on my face.
“I’m not disappearing again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Frank too?”
He leans closer.
