“I didn’t sign it,” Neil said, looking up from his hands. He lifted his fingers to his face. He couldn’t feel his tatoo, but he’d seen Kevin’s often enough that he knew exactly where it was. “He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”

“I didn’t sign it,” Neil said, looking up from his hands. He lifted his fingers to his face. He couldn’t feel his tatoo, but he’d seen Kevin’s often enough that he knew exactly where it was. “He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”

— Nora Sakavic