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“I believe it,” I said.

She turned one of the pictures sideways and held it beside her face so the eye on the board was next to her eye. “He must’ve stared at my eyes a lot,” she said.

I smiled and explained what she was doing into the microphone before I asked, “Did he?” My grandma’s story felt even more dreamy after having been thoroughly kissed all week, the romantic feelings in my body heightened.

She seemed almost giddy when she said, “He did. He thought they were pretty.”

“They are pretty,” I said.

“You have my eyes, baby girl.”

I squeezed her hand remembering how Theo had said I looked like her. My cheeks went pink with that thought.

She ran a finger over the board in one of the pictures. “I wish I could see it in real life again.”

“I wish that too.” Hopefully she could.

Mom’s head appeared in my doorway, and when she saw I was recording, she took a step back. I waved her inside.

“We have a special guest today,” I said. “My mom. Say hi,Mom.”

She leaned over and into the mic said, “Hello, people.”

I sucked my lips in to keep from laughing.

Her eyes landed on the pictures on the desk. “What are these?”

“I found them last weekend.”

Her mouth formed an O. “These are…?”

“She knew Andrew Lancaster.”

“I told you,” Grandma said.

“You did,” Mom said.Where did you get these?she mouthed tome.

I’ll tell you after,I mouthed back, and pointed at the mic.

She nodded, then left my room.

“Listeners, I’m going to post these pictures on my Instagram so you can see them too. If anyone has seen this board, please DMme.”

“I wonder if I’d still fit into this bathing suit,” my grandma said with a smirk.

“I FEEL LIKE A PEEPINGTom,” Max said, binoculars pushed to his eyes, resting on his stomach on a flat rock. It had been several more days of intense practices, and I’d told Theo my body needed some rest before tryouts. He agreed.

“I was going to saysniper,” Theo said. “We’re on a hill after all.”

Wewereon a hill. We had parked on the road and hiked up a barely visible trail after we hadn’t been able to get past the gate and to the front door of the house across the street. Nobody had answered the intercom box we had found to try to communicate with the occupants. So now here we were with binoculars.

“Apparently I’m not as cool as you,” Max said to Theo as he handed off the binoculars to Lee.

“Peeping Tom is more accurate,” I said. “We have no guns.”

“But we have a mission,” Deja said, surveying the house without the help of magnification.

“Do people still sayPeeping Tom?” Lee asked.