CHAPTER 34 – The USB
Lia sat curled on the edge of the library study room chair, fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie so tight her knuckles were pale. Imani had called this meeting. Not texted—called. In that voice that made it sound less like a suggestion and more like a summons from God. So here they were. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in harsh white. Imani’s laptop sat on the table, closed like it was hiding secrets. Mila perched backward on her chair, arms draped over the backrest, gnawing on the end of a straw. Savannah sat stiff and upright, her spine ruler-straight, like perfect posture might keep the world from falling apart. Nobody spoke. The silence felt stretched too thin—like elastic right before it snaps. Lia cleared her throat because someone had to. “So… any
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