“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yell into the wind as I shrug into my coat and boots. But she keeps heading down the steps like she’s got somewhere to be, and I have to lengthen my stride to grab her before she does something fucking stupid. Catching up to her in the yard, my fingers wrap around her arm, but when I yank the girl around to look at me, the stricken expression contorting her features is instantly recognizable. There’s a mask frozen on her face I know all too well. Shit. Hands clamped into fists. Mouth hanging open like she can’t taste oxygen. There’s a glazed look to
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