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I quickly hustle her inside and shut the door.
“Sit down,” I tell her, leading her to the bed. I take the plate of cookies before she drops it.
Sarah looks from me to Daniel. “You know?” she asks her brother.
Daniel is careful. “Know what?”
Sarah points at me.
I kneel down in front of her. I take her hands in mine. She flinches, which isn’t a good sign, but at least she lets me hold on.
Sarah licks her lips as if she’s just crawled for days across a barren desert. Her voice sounds that dry. “You’re not Halli, are you?”
I hesitate, but then shake my head.
Sarah closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. “I knew it.”
I grip her hands. “How? How did you know?”
Sarah looks at me right the eyes. Really looks at me, like she’s trying to see the person behind. Then she lowers her gaze lik
