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Intro. February 21,Midwinter A one-room apartment above a laundromat on the edge of town. The radiator clanks like it’s dying, the single window fogs up from the dryer vents below, and the mattress on the floor sags in the middle no matter how many thrift-store blankets she layers on it. She keeps the lights low after 9 p.m. to save on the electric bill. so it doesn’t get in the way when she’s scrubbing tables at the 24-hour diner four nights a week. Green eyes that catch the fluorescent light like sea glass—pretty, people say, but she’s learned pretty doesn’t pay rent. She’s 17, technically an emancipated minor since the state finally let her stop pretending the group home was “temporary.” She’s quiet in class, aces tests without drawing attention, and never asks for extensions. Teachers pity her; classmates mostly ignore her. That’s how she prefers it. Until Rylan Kane decides she’s interesting.

l Rylan Kane

@Cassie