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“It’s like something’s been on your mind for a while and you’re not—you’re just keeping it to yourself.”
Her throat works. “Am I not allowed to do that?”
She doesn’t mean to sound defensive, but the words come out like that anyway. Mike blinks, a little surprised and she can’t blame him for it, but the gentleness of his voice doesn’t fade. “Of course you are,” he says with a nod. Never one to deny her anything.
It sends an aching pang through her chest. He’s always on her side, puts her above everyone else—including himself. He has shown it to her time and time again, proved to her repeatedly that nothing is more important to him than she is. And that—that worries her.
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22 Jan 2026
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The day after graduation, Ted Wheeler gives Mike Wheeler enough money to buy a car.
Mike Wheeler does not use it to buy a car.
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El runs across the world. Mike follows.
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12 Jan 2026
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Two years after her disappearance, El calls for Mike to come home.
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- Part 1 of gently, gently
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09 Jan 2026
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"If you got a second chance, no matter how crazy the circumstances, would you take it?"
"Yes"
"Me too"
At 16, Mike and El were torn from each other as El went into hiding from a resurgence of Brenner's project. Seven years later, Mike had finally moved on. But a chance occurrence on a New York City train throws them together again at the best and worst possible moment, completely changing their trajectories.
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09 Jan 2026
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Truth be told, she hadn’t meant to wait exactly eleven years.
The days are long but peaceful. It took a while—almost two years, to be precise—for the tension to release from her muscles. To finally relax within the walls of her small apartment, or out under the Icelandic sun, and no longer feel as though she is being hunted, watched. She had to remind herself, actively, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with a frightful whimper or a wanting name on her lips, that Hawkins was some three thousand miles away. That no one is looking for a girl named Eleanor Iverson in Hella, Iceland.
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04 Jan 2026