“I still can’t believe we are really planning to do this,” Kara muttered, shaking her head. She scrubbed her reusable equipment with antiseptic, her hands moving more forcefully than was necessary for the simple task, betraying the calm she tried to project.
“We are. But I would understand if you didn’t want to be a part of it,” Mirabelle answered. A thoughtful frown creased her forehead as she suddenly stopped sweeping the floor and just stood still. “You both know that I don’t want to drag either of you into this mess, right? Nobody needs to take a bullet for me.”
Mirabelle hoped her friends knew she didn’t expect them to put their lives in danger for her. They loved her as much as she loved them and would always have her back, but what she was asking was crazy and she knew it.
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