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SLOANE

“Are you okay?” I ask Hayes, stepping into the room.

He nods, too quickly. “I’m fine.” He slips on his shirt. But he isn’t. I can see it. Feel it.

I see it in the way his shoulders are tense, the way his eyes refuse to meet mine. He’s acting like he’s in the same room as me, but really, he’s a million miles away. And I don’t understand why.

“Hayes,” I press, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

That