Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven Ashleigh Sutton leads me back to his friend Hugo, the charming man who’s now holding a small child. A woman with pale skin and a wild spray of red hair leans against him. She looks like a fairy sprite with a dark satyr. “Hugo told me we had a guest,” she says to me, smiling. My stomach clenches. What would she think of me if she knew the truth? There are so many people here, it feels like at least someone might recognize me. I should probably be struck by lightning for entering a church, except I stopped believing in God a long time ago. My father was a religious man. He donated money. The priest called him a close friend. It stopped feeling like a betrayal when I accepted that it was all make believe, as real as fairy sprites. “Hi,” I say, feeling shy. “I’m Ashleigh.”

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