Soren read the script line forty more times between writing Yara's name and sunrise.
THE ICE ONE BREAKS FIRST.
It scrolled in pale ink at the corner of his vision and refused to move off the line.
Script Sight gave him twenty-four hours of observation, no detail on when inside the window, no detail on how, no option to ask the script clarifying questions.
The script meant breakfast somewhere because Selah always ate at 06:50, and that was the soonest the line could fire.
So he was in the cafeteria at six forty-three.
Maren was three tables over with two of Hansel's new study group, laughing at something one of them said.
She was not supposed to be in the cafeteria this early. She was there because Soren had asked her to be without telling her why.
He had told neither of them what the script said.
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Selah was already at the table by the east window with her usual bowl of plain oatmeal and a cup of tea she never finished.
Soren put a tray down across from her and sat.
