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"Luke!" I call out, quickly standing from the bunk I was occupying to stand up and find Luke as soon as I can.

"Yeah?" He replies, and I follow his voice to the small kitchen, where he's sipping something from a mug.

I quickly walk toward him, fear and tears clouding my vision while I jerk my phone toward him.

He eyes me worriedly but takes my phone anyway, reluctantly looking down and starting to go through my conversation.

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