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“Remind me again why you’re coming with us.” Carina stops staring out the window at the passing buildings for long enough to shrug at me. “I had nothing better to do,” she says. “And besides, I’ve never been to a place like this before. It should be fun.” “It’s a federal prison,” I say, wide-eyed. “Not Disneyland.” She waves a dismissive hand at me like I’m just being a party-pooper. Then she leans over to look at Matteo, who’s sitting on my other side, working on his laptop. “I brought some cookies for your brother,” she says, and points to a container in her lap. “They’re chocolate chip. Do you think he’ll like them?” Smiling faintly, Matteo says, “I’m sure he will.” Carina beams at him, but her joy is quickly replaced with worry. “Wait, will they even let the cookies throu