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years, or the fact that it took over a hundred of them dying in the gutters of a New York City street on a Saturday afternoon for anyone to give a shit?”
    â€œI vote for the fact that even though that day changed labor laws in the United States, they kept supporting factories that employed the same practices in other parts of the planet for years,” Analeigh added, her eyes glued to the comp in front of her.
    â€œAll of it.” I swallowed hard, wishing I could be more professional like my friends. “It’s all terrible.”
    I scanned the list of victims again, and the name Rosie Shapiro jumped out at me. I pressed a finger against the name of Jonah’s True and the comp pulled up her file. It would definitely be interesting to see her next week.
    The idea that Jonah had perhaps done this exact same thing spread a comforting warmth through my blood, even if it must have been terrible for him to stand there and watch her die. I didn’t think I could do it, be in the room while Octavian put my True to death, but Jonah had always been stronger than me.
    Rosie’s file pulled up, displaying a picture and a short list of facts from both the original history and the multiple accounts based on Historian observations. She was pretty, my brother’s True Companion, with peachy cheeks, dark curls, and delicate features. The related photographs rolled a shudder up my spine. The sight of a bunch of soaking wet girls my age splattered on the New York City sidewalk squelched my desire for dinner.
    I downloaded a picture of Rosie and stored it to the protected file Sarah had set up in my brain stem tat. She’d created password files for the three of us when we were twelve and thought secret diaries seemed like the coolest thing in the world.
    The tat could conjure her photo from the file while we were at the Triangle and use facial recognition software to locate her in the room. It should be easy enough to find her before the fire started. I would probably get into trouble again for focusing too much on one, insignificant life but this time, at least, I knew the reason. It was partly to feel closer to my brother that I wanted to see Rosie Shapiro for myself, but partly because maybe meeting his True face-to-face would convince me there was no real reason to break a million and one rules in order to meet my own.
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    Analeigh sat me down when Sarah hopped in the shower after dinner, pinning me with a hard gaze. “I don’t know what’s up with you, but it’s something. You’re all jumpy, and you were staring at that table comp like it held the secret to the universe. Downloading a manifest isn’t that interesting.”
    The sound of running water filled our suite while I struggled with my reply. I might be good at keeping secrets, but it burned to hold them in my mouth. I wanted to tell Analeigh about Jonah’s cuff and everything else, but it wasn’t fair to her and maybe not to my brother, either.
    Plus, I didn’t want her to talk me out of what I wanted—to go see Caesarion.
    â€œI don’t know. Still thinking about Caesarion, I guess.” Not technically untrue.
    â€œReally?” The dry tone of her voice spiked my worry, but Oz stuck his head in the door at the same moment, saving me from having to outright lie to my best friend.
    He blinked at the sight of us, as though we’re somehow unexpected fixtures in our own room, and his storm-cloud eyes filled with irritation as they swept the room, searching for Sarah. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, but words seemed to escape him. Sarah was his reason for being here, and Oz seemed lost at finding her unavailable. His quiet, watchful nature turned anxious sometimes, like now, although it didn’t make sense in this situation. We’d known him as long as he’d known Sarah, so nerves didn’t make much sense.
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