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“Of course there is.”
She turned the laptop toward me again.
A video from the market began playing.
Ellie stood on the seawall.
“Savannah has to leave. There’s been a marine emergency.”
The crowd laughed.
Someone asked what kind.
“Turtle government.”
The clip ended.
Sophie clicked the view count.
Three million.
I stared.
“She’s going to hate that.”
“She’s funny,” Sophie said.
“Yes.”
The word came out softer than I intended.
Sophie looked at me.
Then at Rachel.
“I’ll handle the press.”
“Thank you.”
She closed the laptop.
“And Savannah?”
“Yes?”
“Do not wear the bracelet onstage.”
I looked at my wrist.
“No.”
“It will be photographed.”
“I know.”
“People will compare it to Ellie’s.”
“They already have.”
