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“Rosewood, can’t it just be the right thing?”
As Briony looked around, she found every woman slowly squeezing another’s shoulder, hand, wrist, support vining among them all. Octavia and Jellica and five other women she didn’t know were holding tightly to one another, as if they could all infuse Cecily with what she needed to stand up
Staring into Briony’s heart, Phoebe released Carvin with one hand, opening her palm to reveal a plump, ripe grape. She pushed it between her painted lips, her eyes burning with the fire of a revolution.
If she could hear one sound for the rest of her life, she wanted it to be Toven Hearst moaning her name.
