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“Thank you.”

“You don’t even like cats. You’re allergic. I had to give you a two-hour sneezing fit just to remind you that you’re mortal.” Margo leaned forward, her expression softening. “Look, I know this is a lot. But you’re not alone, Lena. You never were.”

“Technically,” Margo said, picking a fleck of orange dust off her jeans, “I’m a guardian angel. Third class. Very low on the celestial totem pole. But I passed my human-interaction exam on the third try, which is actually pretty good, considering.”

She didn’t know if Margo was real, not in any way that could be proven. Maybe she was a hallucination born of loneliness and a traumatic brain injury. Maybe she was a coping mechanism, a way for Lena’s psyche to give herself the love she had never received.

Lena laughed. It didn’t hurt her ribs anymore. Nothing hurt the way it used to.

Margo shrugged, crunching another cheese puff. “Just Margo. I’m your angel.”