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I woke up way too early that morning with my ribs still yelling at me every time I breathed wrong, but Dad was already blasting around the house like someone had promised him a million bucks if he got us out the door on time. "Boys, come on! Cars are packed! We don't want to keep the Thais waiting!" he shouted up the stairs while I stood in my room staring at the empty spot where my duffel bag used to be. Yeah, still gone. Si Woo had done a great job hiding it somewhere I couldn't find even after tearing my closet apart twice.
I yanked on a hoodie, pulled the sleeves down over the fading bruises, and stomped downstairs. Si Woo was already by the front door, keys in hand, looking like he hadn't slept much either. His hair stuck up in weird directions and those red flecks in his eyes kept flashing every time he glanced my way. "You're riding with me," he said before I could even open my mouth.
