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Chapter 15 After dinner, Evie makes herself comfortable on the couch with a bowl of freshly popped microwave popcorn and one of her favorite DVDs. Gavin doesn’t know the name of the movie, and really doesn’t care to know—it’s live action, but for some reason, the animals in the movie talk. In English, no less, lips moving and everything. It’s disturbing, and Gavin retreats to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. He can still hear the TV, but at least he can’t see it. Talking animals, really. Who writes that s**t? As he washes the dishes, his gaze falls on Evie’s Angry Birds drawing, abandoned half-colored on the bar counter. Using just his fingertips, he turns the drawing over so he can read the number he scribbled on the back. The phone hangs on the kitchen wall; Gavin dries off one hand