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SASHA

We were holding hands, palm against palm. I could feel his heart beating, his blood against my blood.

When I looked up, his smile was wide and real. “Ready?” he said.

I faked a smile back. I had gotten so good at faking things.

I thought: You brought this on yourself, Sasha. You will never get to stop pretending.

I thought: Protect those you love, no matter what the cost.

He squeezed my hand. This is exactly what I always wanted. And nothing I ever wanted at all. And there is just no taking anything back.

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Road trip!” he said.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what this actually was. He had no idea what I’d done. What any of us had.

I turned the key. The engine started. We went.