The last time the six of them met in the same room before the escape, nobody called it a goodbye.
They met at the same café far enough from Greg's house to avoid drawing attention, at a table tucked into the corner where the music from the speakers was loud enough to blur their conversation. Mathew sat with his back to the wall. Calum kept watching the entrance. Dean barely touched his coffee, and Jeff had spent the first ten minutes turning his phone face down every time it lit up.
Destiny sat between Margaret and Dean.
For weeks, they had been discussing Christy in fragments.
Now, for the first time, they were discussing how to get her out.
"Once she's outside, there's no pretending this is a misunderstanding," Margaret said.
Her voice was quiet, but the words settled heavily over the table.
