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This year, he brought Luca.

Samira’s throat tightened. “I still wear yellow rain boots, Mom. Just not the ones you bought for a girl.”

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

Salt Creek hadn’t changed. But something inside Samira had. And maybe—just maybe—a few things in Salt Creek had, too.

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The cousin grinned. “Cool. Show me the trick again.”

“That friend of yours,” she began.

She almost smiled. Almost. “Can you teach me? Slowly? Like, one thing a week?”