The Smell of Charred Flesh

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*Sterling POV* I'm not happy about what's going on. Does it make sense? I guess so, but the thought of putting Gracie in danger isn't sitting well with me at all. Everyone keeps reminding us that they won't hurt Grace, because they need her. It feels like they are trying to convince themselves more than they are trying to convince us. We have been in discussions all day, and I need a break. We have had lunch here during all of this. I'll be damned if I eat dinner here too. "Dad, I'm not trying to be an asshole when I say this, but the four of us need a break. Grace looks like she is about to have a breakdown with all the information overload. An hour is all I'm asking. Enough to eat dinner without talking about strategy, and out of this room," I stated. "Sterling, I understand it's

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