"Along with his sister," Annie pointed out, eyes widening because, like, Summer, you did not want the stories about how they got out. "Like, it was so crowded in my body."

And it was weirdly sort of uncrowded now in a way she was still adjusting to, along with everything else. Like, kind of a good thing she had two babies to look after as a distraction.

"I think they both look like Diego." As much as they looked like anyone, anyway. But she was also half-wrong, because they both also totally looked like Annie. (At least as much as they supposedly looked like Diego, anyway.)