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Did you get the email with the itinerary?”
“Mm-hmm.” Nick squirmed as his mom watched him through the computer screen.
They’d hatched the plan—or, rather, Mom and Zoyka hatched it, Nick had merely been made to agree to it—over the break, when he was home. It turned out schools in the UK had a long-a*s Easter break, something he had never anticipated and had overlooked in all his obsessive planning for the academic year. Mom had made noises about him possibly coming home for it, and Zoyka must have seen his face, because she’d said, “What if we went to visit him? We’ve never been to London, and you’ve always wanted to, right, Ma?”
And now it was actually happening, and Nick couldn’t avoid it forever. He hadn’t even told Dex, though it had been weeks now of seeing each other. Having hi
