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Chapter One

MATT

The incessant buzzing of sit for about five ht back up It’s the ht

“I swear if that’s Jet drunk dialing us to tell us heand shut hirumbles

“Not if I kill hi as my husband when my sleep is interrupted

I reach blindly for my phone With“Someone better be dead, in jail, or on fire”

“Matt?” The sweet Southern voice hits my ears, and I bolt up in bed, wide-awake in a millisecond It’s not Char, the only sister I’m still in contact with, but that’s all I can tell Itwhat my own sisters’ voices sound like

It has to be Daisy Jet and I decided ait until the other kids were eighteen before getting Char to give theo, and e didn’t hear froured she didn’t want to talk to us—that she was on team homophobe with Mom and Dad

“What’s wrong, Daisy?” It can’t be anything good this tiht

“It … it’s not Daisy”

“Fern?”

“C-Can you … Can you coet me?”

My heart pounds erratically “Where are you?”

“O’Hare” Her voice is so small

In the ht?

Noah sits up, wrapping his arms around me “Babe?”

“I’m on my way,” I say to Fern and end the call

Noah reaches over and turns on the bedside light while I scramble to find some clothes in my drawers A shirt is easy Pants are a different story

“Another sibling kicked out for being gay?” Noah asks

I pause “Fuck, probably I didn’t ask why she’s here”

“She’s in Chicago?”