both of them squint.
After a while, Noelle slipped the bracelet back into her pocket and took her mother’s hand.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Next time something feels wrong, I’m going to make them listen.”
Simone squeezed her hand, watching the boats move through the gold.
“Good,” she said.
“And if they don’t, you call me before dawn.”
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