“There is a duffel bag in the hallway closet. Can you just stuff anything into it from the bathroom that looks useful?” Ask me to bring you a unicorn horn. I’ll find a way to do it. “Sure.” We work in silence, Allie yanking things out of drawers and adding them to the duffel bag, which I’ve left open on the floor. I add toiletries from the bathroom, and once it’s zipped, I wait, watching her hesitate in the doorway. “Allie?” Conflicted aqua eyes zip to mine. “I can’t just leave, can I?” “You’re not safe here, baby,” I say softly, trying to keep the residual rage at bay, because it’s the last
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