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“Before what?” he asked, though he already knew.

Wren left with the box in her pocket and the pin hidden beneath her collar. Logan watched her go, then turned back to his workbench. The unicorn still lay in pieces. But for the first time in seven years, he didn’t see broken parts. “Before what

“I can’t fix what the Bomb broke,” he said. “But I can show you the difference between the hope that burns and the hope that builds.” The unicorn still lay in pieces

“Wren, hope isn’t a song you can wind up again.” He nudged the music box back toward her. “It’s a disease. We’re all in remission. Best to leave it that way.” “But I can show you the difference between

“My brother said the same thing. Right before he gave me the box. He said, ‘Hope is a splinter, Wren. It hurts more to pull it out than to leave it in.’ But then he left it in me anyway.” She tapped the box. “This played our mother’s lullaby. The one she sang before the Bomb. He said as long as I could hear it, I’d remember that something good was real.”