POV: RileyWe used the whiteboard.Naomi's whiteboard, the one above her desk covered in diagrams I had never fully understood, wiped clean for the first time since I had known her. Ray stood at it with a marker in his hand and I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees pulled up, and Naomi sat in her desk chair turned backward, arms crossed over the back of it, watching both of us the way she watched a skater about to attempt something difficult."Every name," Ray said. "Every person you see on a schedule. Doesn't matter how unimportant they seem."I started talking and he started writing, and the list grew faster than I expected because I had never once tried to count the faces in my routine before. It is strange how many people pass through a single ordinary day when you actually stop to name them. Professor Aldine. Declan, though we both knew where he stood now. The dining hall server, Marcus, who always remembered I took my coffee with oat milk before Declan ever did. The librari
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