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[A few days after this.]

The note she gets is three words long.

I'm sorry.
--Sam

Mac spends a solid minute reading and re-reading it before she folds it back up, the edges crumpling a little, and presses it flat against Bar. It melts into the wood; she keeps her hand against the bartop for a few more seconds, blinking furiously, before she lifts it away and turns around.