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With crossed arms, Jack stared at me from across the room. I fiddled with the phone, knowing I was probably making a mistake by calling T. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t dialed yet.
“You’re making a mistake,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “What good will it do?”
“I don’t know if it will do any good. But, now that I understand a little more, I think they had a plan. If I know what it is, then maybe I can . . .”
“Maybe you can what? You have no idea, do you? Isn’t that why we’re here, because of them?”
“I can’t explain it properly,” I said, crossing my arms, mirroring him. Perhaps I couldn’t explain it properly because I still didn’t fully understand anything.
“Don’t do it, Mars,” he said. “You’re trying to find a way to reach out to Brett. I get it. I’ve done dumb s**t before, trying to
