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I woke up before my alarm even thought about buzzing, heart already doing that stupid jackhammer thing in my chest like I'd chugged three Red Bulls in my sleep. The USB was tucked inside my sock drawer under a pile of old gym socks that smelled , but I still checked it three times before I even brushed my teeth. It was there. Solid. Real. Mine now.
Downstairs Mom was already clanging pans like she was auditioning for a cooking show nobody asked for. Dad sat at the table scrolling his phone, glasses sliding down his nose. Si-woo wasn't there yet. Good. Let the bastard sleep off whatever poison-and-concussion cocktail he'd invented in his head.
I grabbed the orange juice carton and poured myself a glass, then poured one for Dad too without being asked. Extra helpful. Extra innocent. "Morning," I said, sliding the glass over like I was Mother Teresa in sweatpants.
Dad grunted. Didn't look up. "You're chipper."
