deeper into the shadows
e. But her feet
oe onto a sofa. He arranged a pillow behind her back
gile. "I was so scared. When I fe
ed his sleeve. He
n murmured. "I won't let
strand of hair from her for
are of me. Remember the treehouse? I was terrifie
uched Julian's l
a thin silver chain. A small, tarnished loc
ftened further.
ward the crack in the
eyes
ed into a faint,
Her pain was not an acc
rned a
of her car. Her hands gripped th
private number. Once
ans
g, a click. But n
ophie? Oh, I'm sorry-Julian can't come to the ph
turned to ice
ets. So attentive. He's been holding my hand
Him.
voice, distant and di
oud enough for Sophie to
." Julian's voice was flat.
ne wen
ered to speak to her. She threw the phone onto
ghed-bitter, broken. She was carrying his c
nausea hit her. She stumbled rounding a corner, her shoulder brushing a tall v
ough her palm. Her bl
Watc
holding a small boy's hand. She glared at Sophie. "W
f up, but her arms trembled
ople think you own the world." The woman yanke
ainst her stomach. Pain lanced th
st hurt my baby, and you want my help?" She tugged t
hie with wide eyes. "
m." The woman d
in line of red welled up from a cut.
r feet. The room spun. She leaned against t
o one asked if
, one hand on the railing, t
n. But whose child was she watching now? Her
herself. And for the l
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