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The neon sign buzzed above the burger joint, its hum blending with the low rumble of voices inside. My stomach turned at the thought of food, but the others insisted we eat. Pretend things were normal, at least for an hour.
Sage had called Quinley and let her know we were going to the diner. She said she’d meet us there.
Inside, the air smelled of grease and grilled onions. Usually, that was comforting. Tonight, it pressed on my chest, heavy and suffocating. Conversations died down when we walked in. Not all at once, but enough that the silence stung.
“Sit anywhere you like,” the waitress said, voice a little too tight.
We slid into a booth at the back. Sage picked up a menu and flipped it open, but her eyes didn’
