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was the thing about triplets. You never really only had one of them. News moved through the house like smoke.

Maya looked at them, then at me.

“Show them,” she said.

I don’t know if she meant the envelope or my face.

Emma walked up first. She was always the one who charged at things. Chloe hung back near the fridge, arms folded, already pale.

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