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Plans change. Oxford, Fall of 1972.
Tracy wasn’t hard to get hold of. She had hoped to sleep in that Saturday morning, but she crawled out of bed when Caroline barged into the room with Emilee on her heels and stuffed the wrinkled page with the lab result in Tracy’s hands.
Emilee, for once silent, plopped down on the foot of the bed, letting her friends do the talking. As of late, she preferred to do her trancelike floating escape, hovering over Oxford, looking down at the Thames. It was much easier to shield her eyes from the silver glare of the river’s tributaries as they crisscrossed the town than to explain herself to her friends.
Tracy handed Emilee the lab paper. “Connor?”
How did they all guess?
“Does he know?”
Emilee shook her head as Tracy sat down next to her. “Are you
