Juarez whipped off her helmet. “Where is it?” she demanded. “What?” Sylvie asked, wearing a mask of wide-eyed innocence. I removed my helmet as well and hesitantly took a deep breath of stale, space shuttle air. Mrs. Juarez leaned over, keeping one hand on the controls and using the other to pat down the pockets on the sides of Sylvie’s space suit. The two of them were sitting in the front seats, while Elliot, my grandfather, Venetio, and I were squished into the tiny row of seats behind them. “Hey!” Sylvie exclaimed when her mother’s hand emerged, fingers triumphantly clenched around Sylvie’s phone. “That’s mine! You can’t—” “Quiet, corazón!” Mrs. Juarez snapped, dropping the cell phone into her purse and closing the clasp with an ominous snap. “When I gave you that phone, you made me a very specific promise.
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