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REID

The drive to the airport is quiet. Not the comfortable kind of quiet—the kind that sits heavy in the air, making it hard to breathe.

Adeline shifts beside me, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. I can tell she wants to say something, but every time she glances my way, she looks down at her lap instead.

I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, debating whether to turn on the rad