Jade looked at her, really looked. "Because my dad said it meant 'someone worth coming back for.' I don't think he meant it. But you—" She poked Maya's shoulder. "You look like you forgot you're worth coming back for."

Jade shrugged. "My mom says I talk too much to strangers. But you don't look like a stranger. You look like someone who used to be fun."

"Vegas. He's a magician now." Jade didn't smile. "He sends postcards. 'Wish you were here, Babygirl.' But he's the one who left."

The girl was maybe seventeen, with chipped black nail polish and a nose ring. Her name tag read JADE .

"I'm going to fix things. Or try."

"You look like someone who just watched her house burn down," Jade said, leaning on the counter.

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