Jenkins screamed as he watched the memories Roxy sacrificed for the magic. Two little girls shivering in a bed together, wondering if their foster parents would come home tonight. I watched with a festering hatred, feeling the fear of those small children. They were hungry because there were locks on the kitchen cupboards and their foster parents had left them alone all day, not specifying when they’d be back. The house was cold, and darkness had fallen beyond the curtains. Roxy’s jaw was locked tight with a fury I knew all too well, that stubborn determination to survive so bright in her even
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The way Darius gets it now
