Kylie held the passport in her hand.
An official United States passport.
One that could be used for any purpose like procuring a real driver’s license, boarding any plane, or getting a job.
With this stupid little booklet holding a picture of herself that she’d never seen before printed inside it, the name Kylie Miller became a real person who was a citizen of the United States.
She could be Kylie Miller forever.
She could be safe.
Chiarina Merlino could be officially gone and rest in peace.
Her life was indescribably different.
Her throat closed, and she choked out, “Did you just say that you made me a Social Security Number, too?”
“Certainly,” the new ridiculously tall guy said. His black hair waved on the sides and was cut neatly but not military-short. But his eyes were what caught Kylie’s attention. She would’ve thought that she would be immune to pretty eyes by now, what with Micah having teal-sparked aqua eyes that glimmered and Logan with his bright emerald eyes.
But this guy, wow.
His eyes were pale silver, shining like precious metal, and sharp as a polished steel knife.
“Thank you,” Kylie said, her voice breathless. “I mean, I can’t thank you enough. Thank you.”
The new guy’s smile was tight and secretive, and he clasped Micah’s shoulder. “Anything for my best boy.”