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Abby’s gaze flicked to her cell phone. Sammi’s name flashed. Huh. Sammi only ever texted, rather than picking up a phone and dialing. Swiping at her phone, Abby greeted her, “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey,” Sammi replied in a subdued voice. “Sooo…anything new going on?”
“Umm, nothing special.”
“And Loki?” Sammi prompted.
“Loki’s good.” Abby glided her fingers around the base of her throat. Sammi had never asked about Loki specifically before, especially right at the beginning of a call. Running her fingers through her hair, she asked, “What’s going on?”
A deep sigh echoed through the speaker phone. “It’s the anniversary of Chopper’s suicide today.”
“What?” Abby gasped. A slight shake of her head. Wow. She had not expected that. “Are you sure?” she asked, cringing the instant the question
