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Eddie entered his home pod.
Smelled like home. Alma had lit two candles on the dining room table, and from the looks of the dishes in the sink, everyone else had eaten already.
The table was set for one.
He sat down, feeling a hunk of metal shift in his pocket.
The dead man’s pendant. He took it out and laid it on the table.
He ate quickly. Lizard carnitas and tortillas, with tamarind soda and carrot sticks (because Mama Tonia believed in combating cholesterol if only a little bit).
The food was good. All the flavors were there. He wiped his mouth and pulled out his phone, found the number to the clinic.
Just as he dialed, Alma entered with Dylan just behind her. Seeing him on the phone, she frowned.
He knew she wanted to talk to him.
But the phone rang.
“Hello, this is Refug
