Chapter 18 Heatwave Truce

SLOANE

I woke up drowning in heat.

Sheets clung to my skin like wet paper. My hair plastered to the back of my neck. The air felt thick, heavy, pressing down on my chest like a physical weight.

I reached for my phone—7:23 a.m. Already eighty-four degrees outside, forecast high of ninety-eight.

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