IT’S 2:30 IN THE MORNING when Cate shows up on her cousin’s doorstep. She knocks softly. The kids will surely be sleeping at this hour.
“Trevor,” she says when he opens the door. “My fellow black sheep. It’s been too long.”
He peers at her, bleary-eyed, mired in confusion. “Cousin Cate? Tell me I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming. It’s really me.”
He looks her over: pink waitress uniform, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. “Either I missed a hell of a costume party or... or I don’t know what. What are you doing here at...” He glances at his wrist. There’s no watch on his wrist. “What time is it?”
Cate looks at her phone. “Two-thirty-six.”
Trevor shakes his head. “I can’t believe it. I haven’t seen you in person since... I don’t know when, but I still went by Lisa.”
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