Chapter 17 The bottle

Her phone buzzed at 5:12 in the morning. The number was one she knew by heart and had stopped calling.

Gus.

Mara pushed herself upright in the dorm bed and answered with her left hand. “Gus. Where are you?”

“Don’t talk.” His voice was thin and fast. “Is Dante there?”

“It’s five in the morning.”

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