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Lunch with Gigi and Skylar usually felt like a safe haven...loud and chaotic, filled with overlapping stories and dramatic eye rolls that made the school day more bearable.
But today, I found myself at our usual corner table, just picking at my turkey sandwich while their chatter faded into the background, kind of like noise in a coffee shop.
Skylar was animatedly recounting the latest rehearsal mishap from her band for the upcoming winter ball, something about the drummer knocking over a cymbal stand that crashed into the keyboardist's amp...while Gigi chimed in with sound effects and exaggerated gasps right on cue.
I nodded along, giving the proper "oh no" and "seriously?" expressions, but my laptop was open in front of me, angled just so they couldn't see what I was really focused on.
And what I was really focused on was doing some deep digging into one Logan Seymour, a failed lawyer turned possible accessory to… well, something really bad.
