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I've never been to Dex's aunt and uncle's house, but I can tell when we get close. We pull into a gated community with huge, sprawling estates and homes that look more like… I don't know what. Not office buildings, surely, but not homes either. They look like trophies—really elaborate displays of how much wealth has been accumulated by these people.
I swallow past the sudden spasm that wants to overtake my throat like nerves that were doing a polite job of lying low in my stomach have all scrambled to the surface at once. My fingers curl into my palms. This is stupid. Why am I nervous?
