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21. Dryas
21 Dryas I glance out the window of the squalid apartment we have rented, checking out the quiet street below. Behind me, Rue is pacing and pouring her worries out. It’s not that I do not care. It is that her worries are specifically for her sister. The same girl that made her cry only a month ago. So, my concerns for her sister and whether she is raped are at best minimal. “You should’ve seen her,” Rue says, twisting a handkerchief between her fingers as she paces. “I mean, it was surreal. And I’m genuinely worried about her mental health, let alone the bruises.” Her voice is so distraught. Turning from the window, I catch her in my arms and pull her close. Looking down at her, I try to gentle my expression. “I know, little bird. You are worried about her.” I brush back a coppery lo
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