“Is the attic off-limits then?” “Sure, so long as you go back for the rolls of paper I dropped.” “Of course, you want me to go in there.” “You’ll be my hero. I’ll get you a custom medal and everything.” Her eyes brighten despite the tears pooling near her bottom lashes. I help Dahlia get into the truck with only a couple of hisses before I slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine. “I’m taking you to Lake Aurora.” “Why?” she cries. “Doc’s is down the road.” “Absolutely not.” She huffs. “What do you have against Doc? He’s been fixing broken arms since before our time.” “Exactly. I’m
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