Silence. The PC fans whirred. In the background, the faint sound of Leo’s dad watching cable news upstairs filtered through the floorboards.
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“He’s pushing the cargo container,” Sam said, his voice tinny through the headset, though they were sitting two feet apart. Neither looked at the other. They hadn't looked at each other directly in three years. “Flak jacket. Go for the legs.” Silence
“Because she knew you’d be alone,” Sam said. “And she hoped you wouldn’t be.” They weren't fourteen anymore
Sam minimized his half of the screen. For a moment, the split was gone. He pulled up a file—a PDF. A medical directive. Their mother’s name was at the top. “She left you the house. Not me. The house.” He pointed at the basement walls, the water-stained ceiling, the PC that had cost Leo three summer jobs. “This. She wanted you to have this. Because she knew you’d come back here. And she knew I’d follow.”