“Oh, hon, come here.” She moved quickly around the counter and hugged the little body tightly against her own. And it stirred a deep power in her. A kind of energy. A drive. To help this little boy. And it struck Meg square and hard in the face. This is who she was. It cut to the heart of why she’d loved Sherry, tried to save her. Why she hadn’t been able to bear her own failing to do so. She needed to protect, to save, to nurture the vulnerable. She’d kill to do it. And the realization was profound. She’d lost this part of herself. She’d left it behind in Shelter Point. And she was
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