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Daphne was a wily, manipulative old crone.
Lydia stood just a little taller, feeling a tingling in her fingertips. Was that the power Daphne was referring to, or just poor circulation?
“I know!” said Ziggy, trying not to mind that it wasn’t him Alicia was describing as gorgeous. He couldn’t let himself be jealous of his own baby. That would be weird.
It felt good to rid yourself of things you no longer needed, things that were weighing you down.
Ziggy didn’t know if his daughter genuinely loved Daphne, or if she had Stockholm syndrome.
