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of the den and looked in on Andrew. Surprisingly, he wasn’t on the couch where she had left him. She turned her head and spotted him in the kitchen. He stood in front of the opened refrigerator, staring inside listlessly.
    “I think Josie’s been playing with the remote,” she told him. Andrew didn’t reply, but Cade saw his head bob as he nodded. Cade sighed out loud as she went to the couch and began to dig around the cushions and pillows, searching for the remote as she half-listened to the television.
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    “Ah, here it is.” Cade scooped up the remote triumphantly and shoved the cushions back where they belonged. She aimed the remote behind her and turned off the television, cutting off the woman’s voice with the click of a button. Tossing the remote onto the coffee table, Cade headed to the kitchen door again to look in on Andrew.
    Andrew remained in front of the opened fridge, drinking straight from a carton of orange juice. Cade made a face. Strike one, she thought. She’d have to make a note to toss out the remainder of the juice before Josie drank any of it and buy a fresh carton. Especially considering how under-the-weather Andrew had been feeling all day since he’d gotten back from his trip.
    Andrew lowered the carton and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “What was that about Josie and the TV?” he asked. He looked pale and a little sweaty, his cheeks flushed, and his voice hinted at just how tired he actually was.
    “She’s playing with the remote again,” Cade said. “She changed the channel onto a horror movie or something.”
    “Oh, sorry. I didn’t even notice,” Andrew admitted with a wince. He moved toward Cade and wrapped his arms around her in a loose embrace. “Why don’t we relax on the couch, maybe watch a movie or something?”
    Cade grinned despite her annoyance. “I think I like that idea. Are you feeling up to it?” She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and frowned; he felt hotter than he should have. “You feel like you’re running a fever.”
    “I’ll be fine. Let me go get us some drinks, okay?” Andrew offered. He turned to go back into the kitchen, and Cade watched with a deeper frown as he wobbled on his feet. She shook her head and went back to the coffee table, scooping up the remote again and turning the television back on.
    The horror movie Josie had found was still on. Cade made a face of disgust and jabbed at a button on the remote to change the channel. She really couldn’t stand horror movies. The senseless violence made her stomach turn. After spending twenty-five years of her life living in Israel and seeing horrible acts of brutality committed on the streets, Cade no longer found anything awesome or cool about watching people get hacked to death, even if it was fake.
    Cade shook herself free from her thoughts and glanced up at the television. She frowned in confusion. She was sure she had changed the channel, but the same footage still played on the screen. She pressed the channel button a few more times, thinking maybe the batteries in the remote had died, before she realized that similar footage was playing on nearly every local channel. Reflexively, she changed it to a news station.
    Cade’s eyes widened, and she bit back a gasp of shock.
    “ Rioting in Downtown Memphis! ” the banner across the bottom of the screen proclaimed.
    Cade sank onto the couch, her eyes still wide. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the remote control almost hard enough to break it, her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as a nearly frantic journalist reported the events. The street behind her was aglow with flames from a tall building, and several people wandered around in shock as emergency personnel swarmed over the scene. A bead of sweat rolled down the journalist’s face as she spoke shakily into the microphone, and Cade wondered if the