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you’ll find a way.” I lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “True call-
ings aren’t easy to hide from.”
He covers my hand with his own. “Thanks.”
“If you two are done with the Hallmark moment, I’d like to watch
the fireworks in peace.”
I glance up at the empty, silent sky. “What fireworks?”
“Just wait.” Troy checks his watch. “In five, four, three, two,
one—”
The sky above us explodes in a shimmering burst of color. Red,
blue, and green embers flicker through the darkness, raining down
around us. Another big sphere of golden sparkles bursts into
the sky.
“I didn’t even hear the launch,” I remark.
“Honey, we don’t need to bother with messy explosives,” Nicole
replies. “All it takes is a little focus and a snap of my fingers.”
She snaps her fingers and a little blue spark shoots through the
air, landing on Troy’s Green Day T-shirt. He quickly pats at the spot
where the ember hit—a spot that starts smoking and leaves a little
hole above the G.
“Hey,” he exclaims. “Watch where you throw the fireworks, Nic.”
I laugh out loud at the thought of Troy going up in flames from
a single spark. Nicole just shrugs and says, “Sorry. Haven’t honed
my fireworks skills recently.”
“Well don’t test them on my clothing.”
I settle back into the blanket, feeling the warm sand crunch
beneath the blanket, and watch the fireworks while listening to
my two friends bickering. It’s almost like being home. If not for
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