“How is it going to be okay?” Stevie asked, wheeling around on me, her cheeks flushed. “How are we supposed to get around? How are we supposed to find anything or anyone?” She stopped and her eyes widened. “Oh god. How are we going to hear from Cary when his uncle comes back?”

“We can still find Mateo, right?” I asked. If we couldn’t, what were we supposed to do with the dog? We couldn’t show up to a theater with a dog in tow. “Do you remember his address?”

“Why is that my responsibility?”

“Um.” I stared at her, wondering why this needed to be spelled out. “Because he’s your stepbrother, and I don’t have a phone.”

“Well, I don’t have one either now, thanks to you!”

“How is it my fault? It was an accident—”

“You were the one who said we should come into the city tonight—and now my phone is destroyed. And yet somehow, it’s still, magically, not your fault. Because nothing ever is!”

“What does that mean?” I snapped back. Why was Stevie acting like we weren’t in this together?

“Nothing,” she said, but in the way that meant she wasn’t going to tell you, not that there was actually nothing to tell.

There was a charged, awkward silence between us, one that I could practically see, like it was a living organism. I didn’t know how we’d gotten here. I could understand that Stevie was upset about her phone, but that didn’t mean she got to take it out on me. We didn’t usually fight like this—when we fought, it usually felt like we were saying what we needed to say to clear the air, and then we could hug and put it behind us. This felt different, dangerous and spiky and not at all done with us yet.

“But you do remember Mateo’s address, right?” Stevie hadn’t answered me before, and we needed to focus on this and not just stand around with no plan. “And the trains we’re supposed to take to get there?”

“Why is this what you care about?” Stevie raised her voice, and I saw a few people glance at us and then walk a few steps away down the platform. Clearly, we were the new Richard and his boyfriend/husband.

“Because he’s our best chance to get back into the apartment!” Brad shrank back slightly, pressing himself against Stevie’s legs. “Losing your phone doesn’t change our time frame, right?”

“What time frame are you even talking about?”

“Us going to Columbia, getting the keys, dropping the dog off, and being in the theater district before eight.”

Stevie narrowed her eyes. “You still want to see Mr. Campbell’s play? After all this?”

“Of course.” I stared at her. “Don’t you?”