“I don’t wanna go back there,” she whispers. “We don’t have to. We can stay here as long as we like. Mrs. S already offered.” I was hoping those words would provide her with some relief, but all they seem to do is make her panic spike again. “What if he finds us? He’ll be angry.” I squeeze her tighter to me, dropping a kiss in her hair. “I’ll figure something out. You’ll be safe, April. I swear.” “It’s not me I’m worried about.” My throat spasms mid-swallow, catching on the sudden lump that’s formed there. I’ve always been afraid that my uncle will go too far one day. Hell, last night I was
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